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Sunday, September 22, 2013
Monday, September 2, 2013
Admission. Hatred. And Finality.
Hi.
It's been a long time since i've posted anything on this blog. I know, half of you probably don't care by this point. However, this one comment on DonkeyWhail a.k.a Dong Hoon's blog got me thinking. It was a harsh comment, and I don't really like the person for saying it. But I realised something, and that was that the comment was stating the blunt obvious truth.
So, what started off as a blog for me to start ranting on has travelled all the way to become my emotional and stress-relief crutch. I know I always said that you guys didn't really matter to me, but in all honesty, I always had fun knowing that people were reading what I was writing for them to half enjoy. It was a fun short while, but now.
I hereby decree, on September 2nd, The Blog of 'My War on the World' is now closed and shall no longer operate. The comment which left me thinking also hurt me. Alot. Fine, I'm using this place as my emotional stress relief. And I also hate/love my friend. It's absolutely none of your buisness and you shall not interfere with my problems. Anyone else who interferes in my own problems without my permission can say goodbye to ever knowing me.
And so it is, I, say goodbye to my Blogging Identity, put down my keyboard, and resign from this seat. I hate you commenter, and let yourself think about what careless intervention has lead to. If you want to read the comment, pester Dong Hoon about it because now. Well I'm going away. Maybe I'll come back. Maybe b I won't.
But now,
Peace out Girl Scouts.
Sunday, August 25, 2013
How To
Welcome to Jae's How To.
In this show we ( I) Will be showing you HOW TO do stuff.
Today, I will be showing you HOW TO fold the INFINITE CARD
First.
Get a piece of paper.
Second.
Go follow Jae around until he fold you one.
(I was bored)
Bai.
In this show we ( I) Will be showing you HOW TO do stuff.
Today, I will be showing you HOW TO fold the INFINITE CARD
First.
Get a piece of paper.
Second.
Go follow Jae around until he fold you one.
(I was bored)
Bai.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Boring Stuff that you really don't want to read. I.e Mum.
Me :I'm pretty busy today mum. I gotta practise for this show thingy <===== (Note the deliberate use of thingy to not reveal the exact nature of the show) , and some assignments and stuff.
Mum :What? What sort of show?
Me :Uhhhh..... Just... a show, put on by the school...
Mum :YOU HAVE SO MANY ASSIGNMENTS!!! WHY ARE YOU WASTING YOUR TIME ON STUFF LIKE THIS???
Me :....... O.o
Mum :It's only for one day right?
Me :Yeah.....
Mum :(Extremely long sigh) Fine. Whatever.
Me :....... (Bitch)
Mum :Jesus christ, why are you entering this you stupid little prick? You can't even finish your work on time without these worthless distractions and now you're entering this stupid show. What do you seriously expect to achieve with this? You don't even have any talent you little fuck. I really don't see a point to these shenanigans. You're so shit that I hardly reckon you'll get anywhere in both this and your normal life. I mean,just look at you, you're a skinny little prick who can't do anything properly. I mean, you're so stupid you got a D in Science last semester. You're so bad at piano it's a wonder you've gotten tihs far. You suck at sport so much because you never eat anything. And you're so weak you're not even worth paying any attention to. Every cent I spend on you is a waste. I could be funding poor children who don't have an education right now. But because of stupid regulations and rules, I'm being forced to spend it on you you little wasteful bastard. As soon as you finish college, I'm kicking you out of the house so you can go ahead and kill yourself then for all I care. In fact, why don't you just go outside and die on the road now? You're a worthless piece of junk like every other car runs over. I hope you know that as soon as I can kick you out of the house, I'm not giving you any money so you better find a job now and start working because I'm not going to even pay attention to you after that.
Back to my original point, why are you even going to enter this talent show? You're so bad at singing and playing piano. Do you really think you can do anything with THAT kind of skill? You can't even get a practical report written right. It's a wonder you haven't been kicked out of LEAP yet. I bet all of the teachers are shaking their heads at you and thinking 'This one's a lost cause. He doesn't deserve to be in LEAP'.
*And it goes ooon and ooon and oon and ooon* (Don't stop Believing reference)
Me :..... (Thanks mum)
*Note* The Above ^^^^ Abuse that I typed into here, is all the things that she said about me at that time. There was possibly more.All the things said to me above are all things she said.
Gee I have a great mum.
Peace Out Girls Scouts
Mum :What? What sort of show?
Me :Uhhhh..... Just... a show, put on by the school...
Mum :YOU HAVE SO MANY ASSIGNMENTS!!! WHY ARE YOU WASTING YOUR TIME ON STUFF LIKE THIS???
Me :....... O.o
Mum :It's only for one day right?
Me :Yeah.....
Mum :(Extremely long sigh) Fine. Whatever.
Me :....... (Bitch)
Mum :Jesus christ, why are you entering this you stupid little prick? You can't even finish your work on time without these worthless distractions and now you're entering this stupid show. What do you seriously expect to achieve with this? You don't even have any talent you little fuck. I really don't see a point to these shenanigans. You're so shit that I hardly reckon you'll get anywhere in both this and your normal life. I mean,just look at you, you're a skinny little prick who can't do anything properly. I mean, you're so stupid you got a D in Science last semester. You're so bad at piano it's a wonder you've gotten tihs far. You suck at sport so much because you never eat anything. And you're so weak you're not even worth paying any attention to. Every cent I spend on you is a waste. I could be funding poor children who don't have an education right now. But because of stupid regulations and rules, I'm being forced to spend it on you you little wasteful bastard. As soon as you finish college, I'm kicking you out of the house so you can go ahead and kill yourself then for all I care. In fact, why don't you just go outside and die on the road now? You're a worthless piece of junk like every other car runs over. I hope you know that as soon as I can kick you out of the house, I'm not giving you any money so you better find a job now and start working because I'm not going to even pay attention to you after that.
Back to my original point, why are you even going to enter this talent show? You're so bad at singing and playing piano. Do you really think you can do anything with THAT kind of skill? You can't even get a practical report written right. It's a wonder you haven't been kicked out of LEAP yet. I bet all of the teachers are shaking their heads at you and thinking 'This one's a lost cause. He doesn't deserve to be in LEAP'.
*And it goes ooon and ooon and oon and ooon* (Don't stop Believing reference)
Me :..... (Thanks mum)
*Note* The Above ^^^^ Abuse that I typed into here, is all the things that she said about me at that time. There was possibly more.All the things said to me above are all things she said.
Gee I have a great mum.
Peace Out Girls Scouts
Tuesday, August 20, 2013
The Master Plan
Trust me, this will work.
If we pull this off
Our work we shirk.
And watch the greatest plan of all.
If we pull this off
Our work we shirk.
And watch the greatest plan of all.
I have this plan!
This genius plan.
The type which ought to
Put us behind the bars.
But it's risk versus reward.
Do you want to spend the rest of your life
Sitting behind the counter?
You are a coward and
a Chicken!
AM NOT!
I can see you're refusing
So I will close my hand of help and
leave you to rot in your
cell you call your mind
which traps you and
decays you slowly
bringing you to your DEATH!
Should I take this hand?
If I do my life is complete yet also over.
I would be higher than I ever was,
And yet be dealing with the scum
Of the Earth.
This is not how I expected it to be
But with choice all against me!
I WILL TAKE THIS HAND
AND CLAIM MY RIGHTFUL
PLACE AMONG
THE GODS!
Sir you have chosen right
And you will soon be
One of the most famed
And renowned people in the world
So let this Master Plan go on!
And Watch your ranking rise!
(You will then fall like the scum you are,
And you can watch as everything you knew crumbles back around you)
(Hahahahahah!
HHHHAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHHAHAAAAHAA!!!)
My (Mis)Adventures through Elo Hell
I'm sorry for those of you who can't understand this foreign language I will be speaking for this blog post but. I need to speak about this.
E-L-O Hell. The very rock bottom of the pit of retard. Player cannot get worse than in ELO Hell. Seriously. The very idea of a 'Ranked Game' also kinda doesn't make sense. Of course I talk all the time about raising my Ee Ell Oh, but honestly, some part of me stays confused. I say to myself... What??? I'm playing a Free-to-play game, competitively, with players I have NEVER even met before, in my life. And I'm screaming and raging at them along side many others. And I don't understand, why i get so mad about a game, which gives me no benefit, other than rather unusual entertainment.
I feel as though, every ten players, you'll have somebody who understand that it's a FUN game, and we shouldn't stress over this 'RANKED GAME' , because we're not pros. So we sit and talk calmly while we're losing, about our lives. Not that of the game. And Yet, 9 out of those 10 player, will scream, rage, flame and hurl abuse at you, just so they can get that extra lp to get them into their cardboard 5 promos.
There's something very wrong about that, and me.
Oh my head hurts.
So League has a lot of toxic players on it. It's hardly surprising to see some random you've never seen before start to insult you and call you an all manner of names.
-Commence Writing here-
That was from... No wait. That was for... Bad way to explain it.... O.o
Okay. The above thingy was because I was writing it from a few days ago. And I'm writing the second part to this post a while after I wrote the first one.
So Toxic player. You usually get those people in every games, unless it's something like a maths game... And even then there are probably those really smart kids who look down on other saying like. OMG You can't solve the problem if x = y+ 257776738475665 / 982657615487627986 - 665656 x 42? YOU SUCK!! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! and all that jazz. So bascailly... I'm losng track of all thoughts now and I don't know half of what I'm actually saying.
I'm just trying to say, don't let the toxic player get you down, just as they say, practice makes perfect. Although a little less in this case because gaming is quite bad for your health if done at extended time (Unless it's an fps shooting game, then a few scientists have managed to prove that fps games actually improve your eyesight by slight amounts) EITHER WAY. Yeah. Just stay positive, and...
IDK go get a life. Unlike me.
Peace Out Girl Scouts.
E-L-O Hell. The very rock bottom of the pit of retard. Player cannot get worse than in ELO Hell. Seriously. The very idea of a 'Ranked Game' also kinda doesn't make sense. Of course I talk all the time about raising my Ee Ell Oh, but honestly, some part of me stays confused. I say to myself... What??? I'm playing a Free-to-play game, competitively, with players I have NEVER even met before, in my life. And I'm screaming and raging at them along side many others. And I don't understand, why i get so mad about a game, which gives me no benefit, other than rather unusual entertainment.
I feel as though, every ten players, you'll have somebody who understand that it's a FUN game, and we shouldn't stress over this 'RANKED GAME' , because we're not pros. So we sit and talk calmly while we're losing, about our lives. Not that of the game. And Yet, 9 out of those 10 player, will scream, rage, flame and hurl abuse at you, just so they can get that extra lp to get them into their cardboard 5 promos.
There's something very wrong about that, and me.
Oh my head hurts.
So League has a lot of toxic players on it. It's hardly surprising to see some random you've never seen before start to insult you and call you an all manner of names.
-Commence Writing here-
That was from... No wait. That was for... Bad way to explain it.... O.o
Okay. The above thingy was because I was writing it from a few days ago. And I'm writing the second part to this post a while after I wrote the first one.
So Toxic player. You usually get those people in every games, unless it's something like a maths game... And even then there are probably those really smart kids who look down on other saying like. OMG You can't solve the problem if x = y+ 257776738475665 / 982657615487627986 - 665656 x 42? YOU SUCK!! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! and all that jazz. So bascailly... I'm losng track of all thoughts now and I don't know half of what I'm actually saying.
I'm just trying to say, don't let the toxic player get you down, just as they say, practice makes perfect. Although a little less in this case because gaming is quite bad for your health if done at extended time (Unless it's an fps shooting game, then a few scientists have managed to prove that fps games actually improve your eyesight by slight amounts) EITHER WAY. Yeah. Just stay positive, and...
IDK go get a life. Unlike me.
Peace Out Girl Scouts.
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
-Insert Title Here-
So basically everyone around me seems to be having some sort of relationship prob-
SUP (I forgot to say herro)
Herro dere
-lems. Except for me. Which I kinda have mixed feelings towards. First, I don't have to be stressing about how I look in front of this or that person, or even WHO I like in some instances. So instead I can lax a bit and enjoy my time a bit more, instead of hopelessly trying to chat up a girl. I mean, sure it's nice having company around, but I think I prefer it more when I DON'T don't have company, I like the nice and quiet, and I also like it how there isn't an awkward silence between each and every conversation.
However, yes it does get lonely. :P I mean, silence is good and all, but everytime I end up alone somehow, even if it means just parents out of the house, or I was off doing my own thing for a while at school, I feel the silence pressing in on all sides of me like a vice, and that's when I start wishing I had at least someone to talk to. Also, not having a crush on anybody makes me feel like a heartless bitch. I mean, it's not that I don't care for people... I just find it... disheartening to talk to many people, because when the conversation comes to an end, they usually had that look of 'I had better things to do, I just wasted three minutes of my life talking to this guy'. I'm a people person, I'm just not a conversation guy. If you want to talk to someone, talk to Nick. Some form of entertainment guaranteed.
Soooo..... I don't know why.
You know what. I'll just avoid everything else.
Much Like DongHoon. I'm confused. And If I make the wrong move.
Something bad might come crashing down on me.
I don't like the sound of that.
So I'll just wait a while. I'll see what I can do, and when the time is right, you'll know.
Don't ask me how, it just somehow ended up this way.
Owch.
Peace out Girl Scouts
SUP (I forgot to say herro)
Herro dere
-lems. Except for me. Which I kinda have mixed feelings towards. First, I don't have to be stressing about how I look in front of this or that person, or even WHO I like in some instances. So instead I can lax a bit and enjoy my time a bit more, instead of hopelessly trying to chat up a girl. I mean, sure it's nice having company around, but I think I prefer it more when I DON'T don't have company, I like the nice and quiet, and I also like it how there isn't an awkward silence between each and every conversation.
However, yes it does get lonely. :P I mean, silence is good and all, but everytime I end up alone somehow, even if it means just parents out of the house, or I was off doing my own thing for a while at school, I feel the silence pressing in on all sides of me like a vice, and that's when I start wishing I had at least someone to talk to. Also, not having a crush on anybody makes me feel like a heartless bitch. I mean, it's not that I don't care for people... I just find it... disheartening to talk to many people, because when the conversation comes to an end, they usually had that look of 'I had better things to do, I just wasted three minutes of my life talking to this guy'. I'm a people person, I'm just not a conversation guy. If you want to talk to someone, talk to Nick. Some form of entertainment guaranteed.
Soooo..... I don't know why.
You know what. I'll just avoid everything else.
Much Like DongHoon. I'm confused. And If I make the wrong move.
Something bad might come crashing down on me.
I don't like the sound of that.
So I'll just wait a while. I'll see what I can do, and when the time is right, you'll know.
Don't ask me how, it just somehow ended up this way.
Owch.
Peace out Girl Scouts
Monday, August 12, 2013
That is just Absurd
Something is quite abnormal about you guys O.o (jk jk)
Sersiouly? 28~31 pageviews respectively for saturday and sunday? I think you guys have very twisted idea of entertainment. :P
So for those of you who don't actually understand what that last blog post was about, you will remain in the darkeness because it is something I highly regret and probably shouldn't have done :P. I mean, it's great and all that, but...eeeehhhhhh it's just.... .Let's just put it at 'I'm asserting my position over certain lesser individuals *cough* Bailey *cough*'. You still prohbably won't understand what I'm talking about so I'm just going to abruptly end this parag-
Well, now that we are over the pleasantries as shared above, let's move STRAIGHT into rage mode.
XXHDGFKMDTX NFHMJKJ.,HF
The above passage is describing the unbearable rage I feel.
I hate my life simply for the reason that my parents exist. And that most of my friends are or just don't seem to want to understand the more complex things in a social group, but that aside, seriously.
I
Hate
My
Parents.
Now repeat after me. I H M P. So what do you think gave me this sudden urge to absolutely hate about my parents over the net? Try and gues- Your time is up you failed.
Sometimes something like that happens, where the give you a question, don't wait for any time to even let me think of an answer, push me for and answer then slap me in the face because I didn't spit out an answer fast enough. And guess what happens if I say 'Give me time to think'? They give me and extre 2.5 milliseconds to think of an answer. Yipee.
And also. I have one thing I AB-SOL-OOT-LEE HHHHHHAAAAAAA888888 about my mum. Just then, I asked her 'Where is blahdeblah sauce?' and what does she do? She says 'there' without any indication as to where it is, she doesn't even look up from her cooking. She just says 'there'. To make matters more confusing, we have two fridges in our house, in rather close proximity of each other. So you can kinda tell I'd be very confuse is you just said 'there' about the sauce. And so I asked, 'where?'
And then she exploded. And blood and guts rained down allllll over the- No. She didn't actually explode, she just went off and had a go at me for 'Not knowing where I keep the sauce when you've been told where the sauce is a hundred times!'. First of all, I REAAAAALLLLLLYYYY wanted to say Jesus christ calm the fuck down! And you can see how I would be absolutely justified to say that. See, if you've really been telling me where the fucking sauce is for a hundred times, I'm pretty sure telling me the position of the sauce for the hundred and first time is NOT THAT HARD. Seriously, I'm not asking her to tell me 'The Sauce is located in the fridge to the left side of you on x-500 y-268 and z-336 with an angled elevation of 38 degrees, and you must bend upwards 60 degrees to catch a glimpse of the top right corner of the box where the sauce is kept. I'm not asking for nay of that. I just want to know which fridge, and where in the fridge.
Fucks' Sake.
Peace out Giiiiiiirly girly girl Scouts.
Sersiouly? 28~31 pageviews respectively for saturday and sunday? I think you guys have very twisted idea of entertainment. :P
So for those of you who don't actually understand what that last blog post was about, you will remain in the darkeness because it is something I highly regret and probably shouldn't have done :P. I mean, it's great and all that, but...eeeehhhhhh it's just.... .Let's just put it at 'I'm asserting my position over certain lesser individuals *cough* Bailey *cough*'. You still prohbably won't understand what I'm talking about so I'm just going to abruptly end this parag-
Well, now that we are over the pleasantries as shared above, let's move STRAIGHT into rage mode.
XXHDGFKMDTX NFHMJKJ.,HF
The above passage is describing the unbearable rage I feel.
I hate my life simply for the reason that my parents exist. And that most of my friends are or just don't seem to want to understand the more complex things in a social group, but that aside, seriously.
I
Hate
My
Parents.
Now repeat after me. I H M P. So what do you think gave me this sudden urge to absolutely hate about my parents over the net? Try and gues- Your time is up you failed.
Sometimes something like that happens, where the give you a question, don't wait for any time to even let me think of an answer, push me for and answer then slap me in the face because I didn't spit out an answer fast enough. And guess what happens if I say 'Give me time to think'? They give me and extre 2.5 milliseconds to think of an answer. Yipee.
And also. I have one thing I AB-SOL-OOT-LEE HHHHHHAAAAAAA888888 about my mum. Just then, I asked her 'Where is blahdeblah sauce?' and what does she do? She says 'there' without any indication as to where it is, she doesn't even look up from her cooking. She just says 'there'. To make matters more confusing, we have two fridges in our house, in rather close proximity of each other. So you can kinda tell I'd be very confuse is you just said 'there' about the sauce. And so I asked, 'where?'
And then she exploded. And blood and guts rained down allllll over the- No. She didn't actually explode, she just went off and had a go at me for 'Not knowing where I keep the sauce when you've been told where the sauce is a hundred times!'. First of all, I REAAAAALLLLLLYYYY wanted to say Jesus christ calm the fuck down! And you can see how I would be absolutely justified to say that. See, if you've really been telling me where the fucking sauce is for a hundred times, I'm pretty sure telling me the position of the sauce for the hundred and first time is NOT THAT HARD. Seriously, I'm not asking her to tell me 'The Sauce is located in the fridge to the left side of you on x-500 y-268 and z-336 with an angled elevation of 38 degrees, and you must bend upwards 60 degrees to catch a glimpse of the top right corner of the box where the sauce is kept. I'm not asking for nay of that. I just want to know which fridge, and where in the fridge.
Fucks' Sake.
Peace out Giiiiiiirly girly girl Scouts.
Saturday, August 10, 2013
YEUS YEUS YEUS YEUS YEUS YEUSSSSSSSS (My Diary out of Elo Hell)
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Friday, August 9, 2013
As Somebody once said
Fuck the Meta.
You gotta be this or that to be good.
I'm not this or that person.
This person's better than me.
I can't seem to get better than omg this person.
He's so perfect.
I can't possibly do this or that
Because this person's so much better than me at it.
You know what?
then say;
F-U-C-K T-H-E M-E-T-A
Grovel and pity yourself all you want,
it's just not going to happen. So why bother grovelling and pitying yourself?
Go out and do something about it if you really want to get better at something or other. I once heard a teacher say to a student, 'If you have time to complain to me about all the homework you have, why aren't you spending your time doing the homework instead?'.
Inspirational words RIGHT there. If you want to change something or be better than this or that than some person or other, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.
And swear off this disgusting meta and think for yourself. This world is only so small, and our lives only so short. So I don't have time to be thinking about how this person is better than me at this. I don't care if they are (Unless it's piano. Then I strive to be better than them, but that's different :P I have confidence I can play piano well, so if I see someone who's better than me, I'm reminded I'm not Beethoven, or Debussy, and I want to practice and get better.) And I certainly don't have the head space to be worrying about them.
How much head space do you think I have? I'm not a computer with a trillion gigabyte's worth of memory.
And What's 'socially acceptable'? I hate that term so much I swear to god I would shoot the words if they we're manifested as a persons. *In a mocking asian parent's voice* Why can't you be like this or that person? This person study's in the library for 6 hours a day after school. Why can't you sit still for even 5 hours and do that? Why aren't you 60% like this person? If you we're even 1% like this korean boy My life would be made so much easier. You are the type of kid who makes parents commit suicide. You don't deserve to live on this planet. Get out of my house stupid child. Fuck You Fuck the Meta And Fuck all smart people.
Peace out Girl Scouts.
You gotta be this or that to be good.
I'm not this or that person.
This person's better than me.
I can't seem to get better than omg this person.
He's so perfect.
I can't possibly do this or that
Because this person's so much better than me at it.
You know what?
then say;
F-U-C-K T-H-E M-E-T-A
Grovel and pity yourself all you want,
it's just not going to happen. So why bother grovelling and pitying yourself?
Go out and do something about it if you really want to get better at something or other. I once heard a teacher say to a student, 'If you have time to complain to me about all the homework you have, why aren't you spending your time doing the homework instead?'.
Inspirational words RIGHT there. If you want to change something or be better than this or that than some person or other, DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.
And swear off this disgusting meta and think for yourself. This world is only so small, and our lives only so short. So I don't have time to be thinking about how this person is better than me at this. I don't care if they are (Unless it's piano. Then I strive to be better than them, but that's different :P I have confidence I can play piano well, so if I see someone who's better than me, I'm reminded I'm not Beethoven, or Debussy, and I want to practice and get better.) And I certainly don't have the head space to be worrying about them.
How much head space do you think I have? I'm not a computer with a trillion gigabyte's worth of memory.
And What's 'socially acceptable'? I hate that term so much I swear to god I would shoot the words if they we're manifested as a persons. *In a mocking asian parent's voice* Why can't you be like this or that person? This person study's in the library for 6 hours a day after school. Why can't you sit still for even 5 hours and do that? Why aren't you 60% like this person? If you we're even 1% like this korean boy My life would be made so much easier. You are the type of kid who makes parents commit suicide. You don't deserve to live on this planet. Get out of my house stupid child. Fuck You Fuck the Meta And Fuck all smart people.
Peace out Girl Scouts.
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
The Story of My Life
Continued from the Story in the last blog post.
Sixteen. Some people may call it sweet sixteen, others may call it the age of Responsibility. I was just happy that I was sixteen, and finally in a relationship. I had the joy of asking out the girl I had a crush on since the start of year seven. I, Solomon Olympia, of the Hole of Canberra (Fyshwicke) was finally in a relationship. After three and a half years of being single, I was enjoying the company of my significant other. Delilah Cherokee, physics extrodinaire, and possessor of the most beautiful eyes that I had ever seen. Her eyes were a beautiful lilac purple, tinged with a sunset red around the pupils. Just looking into her eyes made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, as it was like looking into a field of Lilac flowers on a sunset. Her hair flowed around her back, in curly locks, and some fell over her face. She was a few inches shorter than me, and we had our differences, but we loved each other nonetheless. Me and Delilah, along with my best mate Kyle, we went everywhere together, though sometimes we did make Kyle look like a bit of a third wheel, we tried our best to still stick around him together. Unfortunately, the good times never lasted. The ONE day, me and kyle weren't around her, she was robbed, and seriously injured. The robber jumped out from an alleyway, whacked Delilah on the head with a lead pipe, knocking her unconscious, and ran away with her bag, wallet and phone. Delilah was induced into a coma because of the blow to the head. To me, the days seemed to crawl by after that. A day without Delilah felt like a day wasted. Every moment after school, I would try to visit her at the hospital if time allowed, and even if time didn't I was still there. Everyday I sat there and regretted me not being there to help Delilah. Not able to help her when she needed me. Of course the robbery wasn't my fault, but I felt bad nonetheless.
I hated the robber who had dared to lay a finger on Delilah, and I hated myself for not being with her. The malice and hate broiled inside of me like water boiling. I started to get snappish and very quickly angered.
Every waking moment was a frustration to me, and every small comment was a snide remark. After a week, I couldn't take it any more. I refused to go to school and instead started to learn a martial arts. I had started learning three martial arts at the same time, Tae Kwon Do, Karate, and Tekken. I was barely a month into the martial arts when I finally got the news that Delilah had recovered from her coma. It was 6 in the morning at the time, but I shouted at my parents that I was going to meet Delilah, and I raced off on my bike towards the hospital. Thankfully the hospital wasn't too far away and I managed to get to it within thirty minutes. My heart was racing at the prospect of seeing Delilah awake and finally kicking after so long. I swerved dangerously past the cars going into the car park and shoved my bike to the side. A nurse asked me "Do you have anyone you want to meet?" and I just shouted at her
"Delilah" and kept running down the familiar path towards Delilah's ward.
I pushed the doors open and screamed with a broken voice
"DELILAH!"
Immediately a doctor clamped a hand over my mouth and said in a very strained voice "SHHHHH!!!" which was very ironically louder than my shout. Even with the doctor's hand clamped over my mouth, my eyes scanned the familiar ward for her face. Then I saw her, she was sitting up in her bed, looking out the window, and she turned towards me and for an instant her eyes locked with mine. However, instead of a gasp of recognition, all I got was a blank stare. I was confused, slightly, but I still forced the doctor away, and ran towards her.
"Delilah, oh god I missed you so much!" I ran towards her, about to hug her when she gave me a puzzled look, kept me at arm's length and asked
"Do I know you?"
My heart felt like it stopped for a second when she said those words.
"Delilah... this.. is a joke right? You're... You're trying to scare me." I stuttered, unsure of myself even as soon as I said the words.
"Doctor, is he allowed to be in here?"
The doctor solemnly shook his head and motioned to me with his hand that he wanted to talk to me.
"Now I know you must be heartbroken, but sonny, you can't just go ahead to mess up procedures. She's fine but some of her memories are gone. Obviously, some of them are of you. You need to give her space. Her head is just going to hurt if your there okay? Just, let her go for a while. I'll try and get here memories back. I'll notify you when that happens."
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DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNN
Peace out Girl Scouts.
Nom
Sixteen. Some people may call it sweet sixteen, others may call it the age of Responsibility. I was just happy that I was sixteen, and finally in a relationship. I had the joy of asking out the girl I had a crush on since the start of year seven. I, Solomon Olympia, of the Hole of Canberra (Fyshwicke) was finally in a relationship. After three and a half years of being single, I was enjoying the company of my significant other. Delilah Cherokee, physics extrodinaire, and possessor of the most beautiful eyes that I had ever seen. Her eyes were a beautiful lilac purple, tinged with a sunset red around the pupils. Just looking into her eyes made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, as it was like looking into a field of Lilac flowers on a sunset. Her hair flowed around her back, in curly locks, and some fell over her face. She was a few inches shorter than me, and we had our differences, but we loved each other nonetheless. Me and Delilah, along with my best mate Kyle, we went everywhere together, though sometimes we did make Kyle look like a bit of a third wheel, we tried our best to still stick around him together. Unfortunately, the good times never lasted. The ONE day, me and kyle weren't around her, she was robbed, and seriously injured. The robber jumped out from an alleyway, whacked Delilah on the head with a lead pipe, knocking her unconscious, and ran away with her bag, wallet and phone. Delilah was induced into a coma because of the blow to the head. To me, the days seemed to crawl by after that. A day without Delilah felt like a day wasted. Every moment after school, I would try to visit her at the hospital if time allowed, and even if time didn't I was still there. Everyday I sat there and regretted me not being there to help Delilah. Not able to help her when she needed me. Of course the robbery wasn't my fault, but I felt bad nonetheless.
I hated the robber who had dared to lay a finger on Delilah, and I hated myself for not being with her. The malice and hate broiled inside of me like water boiling. I started to get snappish and very quickly angered.
Every waking moment was a frustration to me, and every small comment was a snide remark. After a week, I couldn't take it any more. I refused to go to school and instead started to learn a martial arts. I had started learning three martial arts at the same time, Tae Kwon Do, Karate, and Tekken. I was barely a month into the martial arts when I finally got the news that Delilah had recovered from her coma. It was 6 in the morning at the time, but I shouted at my parents that I was going to meet Delilah, and I raced off on my bike towards the hospital. Thankfully the hospital wasn't too far away and I managed to get to it within thirty minutes. My heart was racing at the prospect of seeing Delilah awake and finally kicking after so long. I swerved dangerously past the cars going into the car park and shoved my bike to the side. A nurse asked me "Do you have anyone you want to meet?" and I just shouted at her
"Delilah" and kept running down the familiar path towards Delilah's ward.
I pushed the doors open and screamed with a broken voice
"DELILAH!"
Immediately a doctor clamped a hand over my mouth and said in a very strained voice "SHHHHH!!!" which was very ironically louder than my shout. Even with the doctor's hand clamped over my mouth, my eyes scanned the familiar ward for her face. Then I saw her, she was sitting up in her bed, looking out the window, and she turned towards me and for an instant her eyes locked with mine. However, instead of a gasp of recognition, all I got was a blank stare. I was confused, slightly, but I still forced the doctor away, and ran towards her.
"Delilah, oh god I missed you so much!" I ran towards her, about to hug her when she gave me a puzzled look, kept me at arm's length and asked
"Do I know you?"
My heart felt like it stopped for a second when she said those words.
"Delilah... this.. is a joke right? You're... You're trying to scare me." I stuttered, unsure of myself even as soon as I said the words.
"Doctor, is he allowed to be in here?"
The doctor solemnly shook his head and motioned to me with his hand that he wanted to talk to me.
"Now I know you must be heartbroken, but sonny, you can't just go ahead to mess up procedures. She's fine but some of her memories are gone. Obviously, some of them are of you. You need to give her space. Her head is just going to hurt if your there okay? Just, let her go for a while. I'll try and get here memories back. I'll notify you when that happens."
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DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNN
Peace out Girl Scouts.
Nom
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Steps one and two into.. Idk...
A wish for a better title.
Dear blogger.
So lately I've been following one of my friend's blogs really closely. And jeesus christ, he prints out a blog post like he reads out his Pi. He's basically posting one everyday, and that's cool. However, I just want to point out the fact that I'm completely unlike him, and will not have anything to write about for EVERY DAY. See, I like to wait, until something that I find particularly funny,/ragey over comes about, then I write about it. I don't really like the idea of forcing myself onto my computer, everday, just for the sake of getting out a post for you guys. I mean, I don't mean that in the 'I don't want to have to face you guys' kind of way, I just mean that, I see no point in me writing something completely pointless just to satisfy you guys :P. This isn't a dear diary type situation (Although the start of this whole rant says something very different >.< ) And I want to get out -quality- (Cough cough) posts that you guys enjoy, disagree with, or whatever.
Now, also another thing. For those of you who actually do like neat-y-ness and order, should I start trying to post of a kind of pattern? Or should I just continue the way it is? Like, do you guys want to wait longer for a longer post? Or would you like shorter entertainment, that comes out more often? I personally prefer the way I'm going right now, just posting on and off... In my (very not) spare time. Just... idc if you guys don't answer because I'll take it as a yes you can keep it this way. K? And anyway, the final decision is really up to me. :P
That also brings me to a toopic that is completely unrelated! Yay! I would just like to firstly ask... Jesus christ whats gotten into all of you? Seriously, being in love, and a HIGHSCHOOL RELATIONSHIP is VERY VERY different. Of course there are those special cases where a relationship works out, but jesus christ everybody. I HATE TO BREAK IT TO YOU, (and I know how this feels, I've lost somebody before) BUT YOUR RELATIONSHIP AIN'T SOMETHING SPECIAL! You ain't got no special connection. You guys aren't the PERFECT MATCH for gods sake, you're just two people who seem to like each other. Get OVER the mountain. MOVE ON down the stream. Find a cup with a lid and SHUT THE FULL CUP. I know how it feels. It's heart wrenching. It hurts. I hate it as well. But do you know what the difference between me and you is? I learnt not to dwell in the past. I learnt that staying on something that could have been, was but now is not, isn't a great way to live life. So what are you going to do now? Live depressed for your whole life now that your highschool relationship is over? NO! It was a bloody highschool relationship for god's sake. Move on, find another girl. You're bound to find another girl who's interested in you.
So stop aching about yourself and WAKE UP MORONS.
(If this seems harsh to you, well diddums. You think I like saying harsh words to people? I'm telling this to you because you're my FRIENDS)
Peace out Love Struck Idiotic Girl Scouts.
Dear blogger.
So lately I've been following one of my friend's blogs really closely. And jeesus christ, he prints out a blog post like he reads out his Pi. He's basically posting one everyday, and that's cool. However, I just want to point out the fact that I'm completely unlike him, and will not have anything to write about for EVERY DAY. See, I like to wait, until something that I find particularly funny,/ragey over comes about, then I write about it. I don't really like the idea of forcing myself onto my computer, everday, just for the sake of getting out a post for you guys. I mean, I don't mean that in the 'I don't want to have to face you guys' kind of way, I just mean that, I see no point in me writing something completely pointless just to satisfy you guys :P. This isn't a dear diary type situation (Although the start of this whole rant says something very different >.< ) And I want to get out -quality- (Cough cough) posts that you guys enjoy, disagree with, or whatever.
Now, also another thing. For those of you who actually do like neat-y-ness and order, should I start trying to post of a kind of pattern? Or should I just continue the way it is? Like, do you guys want to wait longer for a longer post? Or would you like shorter entertainment, that comes out more often? I personally prefer the way I'm going right now, just posting on and off... In my (very not) spare time. Just... idc if you guys don't answer because I'll take it as a yes you can keep it this way. K? And anyway, the final decision is really up to me. :P
That also brings me to a toopic that is completely unrelated! Yay! I would just like to firstly ask... Jesus christ whats gotten into all of you? Seriously, being in love, and a HIGHSCHOOL RELATIONSHIP is VERY VERY different. Of course there are those special cases where a relationship works out, but jesus christ everybody. I HATE TO BREAK IT TO YOU, (and I know how this feels, I've lost somebody before) BUT YOUR RELATIONSHIP AIN'T SOMETHING SPECIAL! You ain't got no special connection. You guys aren't the PERFECT MATCH for gods sake, you're just two people who seem to like each other. Get OVER the mountain. MOVE ON down the stream. Find a cup with a lid and SHUT THE FULL CUP. I know how it feels. It's heart wrenching. It hurts. I hate it as well. But do you know what the difference between me and you is? I learnt not to dwell in the past. I learnt that staying on something that could have been, was but now is not, isn't a great way to live life. So what are you going to do now? Live depressed for your whole life now that your highschool relationship is over? NO! It was a bloody highschool relationship for god's sake. Move on, find another girl. You're bound to find another girl who's interested in you.
So stop aching about yourself and WAKE UP MORONS.
(If this seems harsh to you, well diddums. You think I like saying harsh words to people? I'm telling this to you because you're my FRIENDS)
Peace out Love Struck Idiotic Girl Scouts.
Friday, August 2, 2013
Finally!
Chpt 1...?
Daddy Sol's Stories of his Prime
"Dad~! I'm back!"
"Dad...? DAD??"
Austin Olympia threw his bag onto the floor near the front door, kicking the door shut behind him. He hurriedly took off his sneakers, and shoved them into the shoe rack beside him. He walked down his slightly narrow hallway, which led into the living room. Once he got to the living room, which contained a 7-man rectangular couch and a flat screen T.V on the opposite wall. He saw his dad, with a bunch of his high school friends. They were sitting around the couch and lounging around, listening to Mr Olympia speak:
"... and once he was done with the toast, he fell asleep. His face went straight into the toast!"
All of Austin's friends laughed, and turned around as he walked in.
"Oh Dad, really?"
"Oh hello Austin, welcome back, I was just telling your friends about your adventures with the toaster, a fork, and some bad electricity!" his Dad beamed at him with his slightly lop-sided smile. "Your friends seem to thoroughly enjoy my stories of your mishaps around the house as a baby!"
The twins, Ella and Ethan giggled.
Ethan held up a picture album and pointed at a specific picture, " I really like the one where you stuck a car key into the wall socket!"
Ella burst into laugher, and Austin's three other friends tried hard not to laugh as they sat with their backs turned to him, clasping their hand on their mouths. Finally, after the jovial rounds of laughter had ceased from Mr Olympia, Ethan and Ella, Jackson turned around, still trying hard not to smirk as he looked at Austin.
"Hey man, sup?" Indicating with his fist.
Austin walked up and gave Jackson, his long time best friend, a fist-bump.
"At least someone around here has a bit of respect for me." Austin growled.
"Yeah man... respect... I especially respect the fact that you somehow managed to crawl up into the pantry... AND THEN FELL OFF IT!" Jackson fell off the couch, rolling around with laughter. As much as Austin hated where this was all going, he let himself smile. Being around his friends had that effect on him.
"Hey, how'd you guys get here so quick anyway?" Austin questioned.
Rebecca answered "Well, Austin, you do realise that there is an EARLIER bus? We took that one, since we don't lounge around after school, talking to this or that person"
Austin stared at her as she spoke. He and Rebecca had dated once, back in year seven, but after an unfortunate sailing accident, they had broken up. After all these years though, Austin still had a crush on the girl, with her chocolate brown curls that fell around in locks around her upper back, and her tall slim figure. His mind wandered back to the first time they had kissed...
"Austin?"
"AUSTIN!" Tireme shouted. (BTW, it's pronounced ty-REEM) Tireme waved a hand in Austin's face and slapped a few times lightly. "Dude, stop staring at your ex, it's making her uncomfortable."
Austin snapped back into reality and blushed a deep scarlet red. Suddenly Austin founds his shoes of utmost importance and proceeded to look at his shoes intently, as Rebecca looked out the window, pretending to enjoy the view, obviously embarrassed as well as her cheeks had gone a rosy red. A moment of awkward silence passed between the whole group, like a breeze fluttering around them. Mr Olympia broke the silence by saying "So... do you guys want to hear another one of my stories or what?"
"Oh yes please sir!" said Ella, faking enthusiasm. "Is it another one of your stories of your past?"
"Oh.. Well... you see..." Austin's dad faltered. "How did you know? I was finally planning on a real account of what happened."
Everyone in the room immediately focused their full attention on Mr Olympia. Austin's dad had disappeared mysteriously into his teenage years, 16 to be more exact, and noone knew where he had gone. 4 years later, he reappeared passed on the beach of Greenland, half frozen to death, and gripping a peculiar scythe. That scythe now hung on the wall of their basement. Mr Olympia never told of what had happened between those times, not even to Austin, his son. All he had ever said about the matter was "You wouldn't believe it". Only Delilah seemed to know about the matter, and she never spoke of it as well. After being rescued from the beach of Greenland, Mr Olympia had started a new life in Canberra, Australia. He wrote a new best seller, called 'The Hunter and the Hunted" and was even said to be the 'Next Rick Riordan'. Ever since Austin found out about his father's disappearance, he had always pestered his dad about it. His dad had never told him, and now that his dad was willing to reveal it, Austin was very interested.
"Well... do you know much, or believe in parallel univi? Any of you?"
"Well, sir, firstly, it's universes, and secondly, yes I do believe that there could be parallel universes" Rebecca stated with confidence.
"If there can be boxes that process information at the speed of light, then I think it's a possibility that there might be parallel universes."
Ethan countered and said "Yeah, but, we don't, and can't actually see them, so I vote no."
Jackson took Rebecca's side and said "Well, I mean, anything's possible right? We don't know everything about the world."
"Alright alright. Let's not start a debate here and now." My Olympia interjected. "Whether you believe in parallel universes or not will affect whether you believe in my story."
"You mean... you were in... an actual parallel universe?" Austin questioned.
"I'll get there Austin" Mr Olympia winked. "But first, how it happened... Get comfortable boys and girls, it's a looooong story this."
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Daddy Sol's Stories of his Prime
"Dad~! I'm back!"
"Dad...? DAD??"
Austin Olympia threw his bag onto the floor near the front door, kicking the door shut behind him. He hurriedly took off his sneakers, and shoved them into the shoe rack beside him. He walked down his slightly narrow hallway, which led into the living room. Once he got to the living room, which contained a 7-man rectangular couch and a flat screen T.V on the opposite wall. He saw his dad, with a bunch of his high school friends. They were sitting around the couch and lounging around, listening to Mr Olympia speak:
"... and once he was done with the toast, he fell asleep. His face went straight into the toast!"
All of Austin's friends laughed, and turned around as he walked in.
"Oh Dad, really?"
"Oh hello Austin, welcome back, I was just telling your friends about your adventures with the toaster, a fork, and some bad electricity!" his Dad beamed at him with his slightly lop-sided smile. "Your friends seem to thoroughly enjoy my stories of your mishaps around the house as a baby!"
The twins, Ella and Ethan giggled.
Ethan held up a picture album and pointed at a specific picture, " I really like the one where you stuck a car key into the wall socket!"
Ella burst into laugher, and Austin's three other friends tried hard not to laugh as they sat with their backs turned to him, clasping their hand on their mouths. Finally, after the jovial rounds of laughter had ceased from Mr Olympia, Ethan and Ella, Jackson turned around, still trying hard not to smirk as he looked at Austin.
"Hey man, sup?" Indicating with his fist.
Austin walked up and gave Jackson, his long time best friend, a fist-bump.
"At least someone around here has a bit of respect for me." Austin growled.
"Yeah man... respect... I especially respect the fact that you somehow managed to crawl up into the pantry... AND THEN FELL OFF IT!" Jackson fell off the couch, rolling around with laughter. As much as Austin hated where this was all going, he let himself smile. Being around his friends had that effect on him.
"Hey, how'd you guys get here so quick anyway?" Austin questioned.
Rebecca answered "Well, Austin, you do realise that there is an EARLIER bus? We took that one, since we don't lounge around after school, talking to this or that person"
Austin stared at her as she spoke. He and Rebecca had dated once, back in year seven, but after an unfortunate sailing accident, they had broken up. After all these years though, Austin still had a crush on the girl, with her chocolate brown curls that fell around in locks around her upper back, and her tall slim figure. His mind wandered back to the first time they had kissed...
"Austin?"
"AUSTIN!" Tireme shouted. (BTW, it's pronounced ty-REEM) Tireme waved a hand in Austin's face and slapped a few times lightly. "Dude, stop staring at your ex, it's making her uncomfortable."
Austin snapped back into reality and blushed a deep scarlet red. Suddenly Austin founds his shoes of utmost importance and proceeded to look at his shoes intently, as Rebecca looked out the window, pretending to enjoy the view, obviously embarrassed as well as her cheeks had gone a rosy red. A moment of awkward silence passed between the whole group, like a breeze fluttering around them. Mr Olympia broke the silence by saying "So... do you guys want to hear another one of my stories or what?"
"Oh yes please sir!" said Ella, faking enthusiasm. "Is it another one of your stories of your past?"
"Oh.. Well... you see..." Austin's dad faltered. "How did you know? I was finally planning on a real account of what happened."
Everyone in the room immediately focused their full attention on Mr Olympia. Austin's dad had disappeared mysteriously into his teenage years, 16 to be more exact, and noone knew where he had gone. 4 years later, he reappeared passed on the beach of Greenland, half frozen to death, and gripping a peculiar scythe. That scythe now hung on the wall of their basement. Mr Olympia never told of what had happened between those times, not even to Austin, his son. All he had ever said about the matter was "You wouldn't believe it". Only Delilah seemed to know about the matter, and she never spoke of it as well. After being rescued from the beach of Greenland, Mr Olympia had started a new life in Canberra, Australia. He wrote a new best seller, called 'The Hunter and the Hunted" and was even said to be the 'Next Rick Riordan'. Ever since Austin found out about his father's disappearance, he had always pestered his dad about it. His dad had never told him, and now that his dad was willing to reveal it, Austin was very interested.
"Well... do you know much, or believe in parallel univi? Any of you?"
"Well, sir, firstly, it's universes, and secondly, yes I do believe that there could be parallel universes" Rebecca stated with confidence.
"If there can be boxes that process information at the speed of light, then I think it's a possibility that there might be parallel universes."
Ethan countered and said "Yeah, but, we don't, and can't actually see them, so I vote no."
Jackson took Rebecca's side and said "Well, I mean, anything's possible right? We don't know everything about the world."
"Alright alright. Let's not start a debate here and now." My Olympia interjected. "Whether you believe in parallel universes or not will affect whether you believe in my story."
"You mean... you were in... an actual parallel universe?" Austin questioned.
"I'll get there Austin" Mr Olympia winked. "But first, how it happened... Get comfortable boys and girls, it's a looooong story this."
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WHOOP WHOOP!!! BLOG ALERT BLOG ALERT! COMMEMORATION DAY COMMENCING!!!!
So hey everyone. Today is a very special day. No it's not my birthday. Today was the last day of the Pi Recital competition. For those of you who don't know, the Pi Recital competition is an annual (I think) competition that goes on at Lyneham High. A number of students all participate in this event to win nomnom chocolates and sometimes lollipaps. Now, I have this special friend called 동훈. ㅒㄱ ㅒ솓ㄱ쟌ㄷ ㅏㅜㅐ주 ㅁㄴ Dong Hoon. So he is I would call, the 'Go to Guy for Pi". He is the current reigning champion of the Pi recital Competition, with a ridiculous total of 888 digits. Called him no-life but whatever, he usually has no internet at home like we do. Besides, everyone has a hobby right? :D Some of you may have weird ones, like writing whole freaking books in year seven (I'm looking at you Nick. YES YOU!) or just gardening, or playing computer games, or in my case, blogging, playing piano, and complaining about how shit my really wonderful life is. Life's a bitch.
Aaaaanyways, so today was Dong Hoon's last day in the Pi Recital Comp as we are in year ten, and as sad as it is, we must leave our beloved Lyneham High next year, to go our separate ways. I may lose my best friend, and I may make new ones, but hey! Everyone and everything comes to an end, no matter how good it is. Getting off Topic. EITHER WAY.
He was today's and hopefully still will be the Reigning champion of Pi. I respect my friend Dong Hoon, for his amazing memory, his very adult-y speech, (It shows how much he's grown up XD I'm still the same childish idiot :D )and just his overall Korean-ness. It's a cool word. Yeah~
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| The Pi Man - May his Epicness and Coolness live on in the memory of Pi. Live Pi. Life of Pi. |
Cya man, for next year. If you're going to Dickson, then well. HI MAN!
<3 ya Dong Hoon.
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| The Pi man and his Lackeys XD - Long live the Pi Club (BTW, the t-shirts say I'm Just a PI kinda Guy, And DONG HOON LOVES HIS PI) |
CYA LATER
PEACE OUT GIRL SCOUTS!
Thursday, August 1, 2013
Oh yeah, I found something to blog about.
So I think yesterday, on Monday, a teacher announced a LYNEHAM'S GOT TALENT DAYO. I was much surprised when many people started graoning about it. It's wasn't often we got these kinds of events going on in the school. I was a bit excited, I mean, come ON! LYNEHAM'S GOT TALENT! YEAH?! YEAH??!!!?! no...? Well whatever. I also grumbled a bit because I think this goes for many othe rpeople as well, THIS was where our budget was going, not into other things. I mean, if they were nice, couldn;t they have cut a bit of pay from the Year 10 Band tour cost? I mean. Jeezus christ, 810 $ Expensive money for cheap asian kids.
Aaaaaaannnnddd. My mum has a back problem, and she needs to go to korea to fix it, at least for a week or more. Unfortunately, we can't afford for my mum to go to Korea for a week or more, due to retardedly expensive tour costs. Now, if you want to say I'm a jerk and could have not gone onto band tour so my mum could go to korea, (not that 810$ would have done much, it would have still had a little bit of an impact on the cost) we made the initial payment (500~ $) back when we had money to spend. we didn't have much, but it was enough for me to be able to go to something that I really wanted eg. Band Tour. Now, due to changes in the law for the PTS (Professional Tiling Services) and other builders, my dad's income had taken a massive hit. Now we're quite heavily in debt, we have an absurd amount of taxes to pay off, and on top of that, I really want to go to LEAP camp. I just don't think we can afford it all. So I decided, I'm not going to go to LEAP camp this year. It sucks, but I have to try something to keep us afloat.
I mean, I love LEAP and all... but Family comes first.
Money, Life, and Love are jerks.
Peace Out Girl Scouts
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
I'm a tired, bored and cheap Asian boy with nothing to do.
Right. Ahem. SO....
I have absolutely nothing to talk about, other than the fact that I have absolutely nothing to talk about.
Wowee.... You people either have really nothing to do, or you really enjoy coming and reading my blog. Seriosuly, I don't know why you keep coming back. If you sersiouly expect better content, well you're going to be disappointed. :P Sorry.
Aside from my horrible spelling mistakes that I purposely left up there, there isn't really much to do here. I can't give you quality content, and you can't enjoy reading blogs because there isn't anything worthwhile reading on here! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Well, so I'm rambling on. I have nothing else to do. I'm so bored. I have tiny little kids in my house I'm forced to play with/. I'm kinda being a dick and ignoring them/. I'm so bored I would do anything to get outta my house. IDC about stupid canberra weather :( I just want out of here. I get so bored so often it's not even funny. I have a hard time coming up with things to write about now. It feel like I've been mentally drained of all creativity and stuff.See? I even have a hard time coming up with other words for 'things'. Stuff.... Right I'm just going to stop before I go mentally disabled mode.
Bye...
Peace Out Girl Scouts
(You thought I was going to miss that were'nt you? HA! )
I have absolutely nothing to talk about, other than the fact that I have absolutely nothing to talk about.
Wowee.... You people either have really nothing to do, or you really enjoy coming and reading my blog. Seriosuly, I don't know why you keep coming back. If you sersiouly expect better content, well you're going to be disappointed. :P Sorry.
Aside from my horrible spelling mistakes that I purposely left up there, there isn't really much to do here. I can't give you quality content, and you can't enjoy reading blogs because there isn't anything worthwhile reading on here! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Well, so I'm rambling on. I have nothing else to do. I'm so bored. I have tiny little kids in my house I'm forced to play with/. I'm kinda being a dick and ignoring them/. I'm so bored I would do anything to get outta my house. IDC about stupid canberra weather :( I just want out of here. I get so bored so often it's not even funny. I have a hard time coming up with things to write about now. It feel like I've been mentally drained of all creativity and stuff.See? I even have a hard time coming up with other words for 'things'. Stuff.... Right I'm just going to stop before I go mentally disabled mode.
Bye...
Peace Out Girl Scouts
(You thought I was going to miss that were'nt you? HA! )
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Tidy up the things Behind, and move everything 'To the left To the left, Everything you own in a box to the left' XD
I'm bored.
I know, I know, no new news. But seriously. I've been thinking (Never a good pastime 'It's a reference')
I'm not really doing much good in this world... Now for those of you who do not KNOW me very PERSONALLY, I have a very bad/weird/wrong personality. You can claim to know me and say no I don't, but boy you have me wrong. Okay. So probably a story you've all hear many times before, but I changed many MANY times to fit into a group of people. Yet I have never managed to find an anchor, by that I mean a friend who keeps me in that group. I'm currently in self exile, simply due to the fact that many times over, I felt like I was not very....... I wouldn't say included... but neither would I say that... whatever. I jsut didn't feel like I fit in anywhere within my group. We had these little sub categories within our friendship group, and I was in none of them. Why? Because oftentimes I spent my time roaming, and meeting new people. I kept coming back to the same old group, but I never actually managed to fit in well. I was alone, rather insecure, and very terribly bored every lunch. Nobody cared really where I was or what had happened to me. So I left it at that. Anyways, I changed too much from my very first day at Kindergarten in Sydney, to even begin to comprehend who I was, and what my personality was like. All I'm trying to say is that, I look very simple and happy-go-lucky on the outside (most of the times) but honestly, inside me is a tornado of emotion even I can't understand myself. So don't think you can start assuming that you can understand me, when you clearly can't see the mental processes that go on in my head.
That brings me to my second point. My mentality. I have a very bad way of thinking. It usually starts with let's see what I can say to lighten up the mood, and ends with well that was shit. Now let's take a journey into the heart of Jae's brain, and see how it functions.
I... have murderous tendencies. I'm not joking when I say this now. I'm not saying I'm a murderer, but I have many MANY thoughts of who I might be able to kill, and how, and if I could get away with it. One thing that really doesn't help is the fact that I keep very bad grudges. If someone insults me, and it sounds like they're genuine, then I hold a very personal grudge against them. Now many grudges I forget, either because I spent too long dwelling on it, or I had held too many grudges at that time to even keep count.
So maybe I'll change that habit of mine in my SoSe assignment, or maybe I won't. Maybe I'll just write a boring report and have myself a cup of tea whilst thinking about who I hate the most. Whatever. All I want to say for today is, just let things go. There is no point in holding something over someone's head because they did something wrong. Dwelling on their past wrongdoing isn't going to fix that problem. So just move on. If you keep holding problems over somebody's head then you're bound to one day get rammed by them by an 8 tonne truck (I'm looking at you... You know who you are). So
STFU and MOVE ON. k?
kthnxbai
Peace out Girl Scouts.
P.s Don't even try to ask me about this post at school. I'm just going to look off into a certain point in the sky, refuse to answer you, and walk off. So just... Don't.
I know, I know, no new news. But seriously. I've been thinking (Never a good pastime 'It's a reference')
I'm not really doing much good in this world... Now for those of you who do not KNOW me very PERSONALLY, I have a very bad/weird/wrong personality. You can claim to know me and say no I don't, but boy you have me wrong. Okay. So probably a story you've all hear many times before, but I changed many MANY times to fit into a group of people. Yet I have never managed to find an anchor, by that I mean a friend who keeps me in that group. I'm currently in self exile, simply due to the fact that many times over, I felt like I was not very....... I wouldn't say included... but neither would I say that... whatever. I jsut didn't feel like I fit in anywhere within my group. We had these little sub categories within our friendship group, and I was in none of them. Why? Because oftentimes I spent my time roaming, and meeting new people. I kept coming back to the same old group, but I never actually managed to fit in well. I was alone, rather insecure, and very terribly bored every lunch. Nobody cared really where I was or what had happened to me. So I left it at that. Anyways, I changed too much from my very first day at Kindergarten in Sydney, to even begin to comprehend who I was, and what my personality was like. All I'm trying to say is that, I look very simple and happy-go-lucky on the outside (most of the times) but honestly, inside me is a tornado of emotion even I can't understand myself. So don't think you can start assuming that you can understand me, when you clearly can't see the mental processes that go on in my head.
That brings me to my second point. My mentality. I have a very bad way of thinking. It usually starts with let's see what I can say to lighten up the mood, and ends with well that was shit. Now let's take a journey into the heart of Jae's brain, and see how it functions.
I... have murderous tendencies. I'm not joking when I say this now. I'm not saying I'm a murderer, but I have many MANY thoughts of who I might be able to kill, and how, and if I could get away with it. One thing that really doesn't help is the fact that I keep very bad grudges. If someone insults me, and it sounds like they're genuine, then I hold a very personal grudge against them. Now many grudges I forget, either because I spent too long dwelling on it, or I had held too many grudges at that time to even keep count.
So maybe I'll change that habit of mine in my SoSe assignment, or maybe I won't. Maybe I'll just write a boring report and have myself a cup of tea whilst thinking about who I hate the most. Whatever. All I want to say for today is, just let things go. There is no point in holding something over someone's head because they did something wrong. Dwelling on their past wrongdoing isn't going to fix that problem. So just move on. If you keep holding problems over somebody's head then you're bound to one day get rammed by them by an 8 tonne truck (I'm looking at you... You know who you are). So
STFU and MOVE ON. k?
kthnxbai
Peace out Girl Scouts.
P.s Don't even try to ask me about this post at school. I'm just going to look off into a certain point in the sky, refuse to answer you, and walk off. So just... Don't.
Friday, July 19, 2013
Well.... Wait what?
So... WHAT???!
idk WHAT attracted you guys to view my blog so many many times yesterday... O.o A total of 25 pageviews yesterday.... Was it my extremely depressing story excerpt? I should write more depressing parts then XD
But Welcome everybody... To my very I have no clue what to talk about... Oh right!
You know, there are just some times when I find myself thinking a lot, and all my thoughts feel extremely jumbled and I can't get a hold of one single thought. Yesterady was like that, I found myself in a sticky situation where I was kicked outside the house from 7~10:30 due to unexplainable reasons, and during that time, I found a sense of.... Real Clarity. It's hard to explain, it's a weird sensation. It was like finding out who you were ACTUALLY, not just the name and personality that was thrust upon you. It didn't really have a goal after school, honestly. I don't know what I want to do, nor do I know what I even want to study. I have absolutely no goals AT ALL.
And then, suddenly, on a chilly Canberran night, sitting outside, and starving, I found a goal. I Knew who I was, and I realised what I wanted to do. I saw faults in me I refused to accept before, and I saw a brighter me. It was like.... Ecstasy....??? I felt like I was high above the clouds, but I swear to god I was still sane and thinking properly. It was a interesting feeling. One I would very much like to enjoy again. OOH! For those of you who have read ALL of the ERAGON series, it was like finding out your true name! I KNEW who I was... Not that I didn't before, I just didn't understand WHY I was.... If that makes any sense at all... Which it probably doesn't.
Now I can understand (kinda) why people always tell me this or that. I still don't like following orders though :P
Btw, for any of you who are wondering, I want to become a pianist. Screw architecture, I can study that at a later date.
Peace Out Girl Scouts!!
(For Now. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *cough wheeze Hahahaha...)
idk WHAT attracted you guys to view my blog so many many times yesterday... O.o A total of 25 pageviews yesterday.... Was it my extremely depressing story excerpt? I should write more depressing parts then XD
But Welcome everybody... To my very I have no clue what to talk about... Oh right!
You know, there are just some times when I find myself thinking a lot, and all my thoughts feel extremely jumbled and I can't get a hold of one single thought. Yesterady was like that, I found myself in a sticky situation where I was kicked outside the house from 7~10:30 due to unexplainable reasons, and during that time, I found a sense of.... Real Clarity. It's hard to explain, it's a weird sensation. It was like finding out who you were ACTUALLY, not just the name and personality that was thrust upon you. It didn't really have a goal after school, honestly. I don't know what I want to do, nor do I know what I even want to study. I have absolutely no goals AT ALL.
And then, suddenly, on a chilly Canberran night, sitting outside, and starving, I found a goal. I Knew who I was, and I realised what I wanted to do. I saw faults in me I refused to accept before, and I saw a brighter me. It was like.... Ecstasy....??? I felt like I was high above the clouds, but I swear to god I was still sane and thinking properly. It was a interesting feeling. One I would very much like to enjoy again. OOH! For those of you who have read ALL of the ERAGON series, it was like finding out your true name! I KNEW who I was... Not that I didn't before, I just didn't understand WHY I was.... If that makes any sense at all... Which it probably doesn't.
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| This is a GOOOOOD book... I wish the series hadn't ended... I saw crying by the time I got to the last few pages. |
Btw, for any of you who are wondering, I want to become a pianist. Screw architecture, I can study that at a later date.
Peace Out Girl Scouts!!
(For Now. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *cough wheeze Hahahaha...)
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Hey there Delilah, what's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away, and yet tonight you look so Pretty
^^^
That's a good song, you should all go listen to it
Sol and Delilah rose from the remains of what was once a grand palace. The ruins of the House of North Korea lay all around them. Silence filled the air with it's chilling cry as everything around Sol, Kyle and Delilah lay still and unmoving. Everything was finally over. What was the power of North Korea lay around their feet, and Kim You Song had fled the country. However, despite the achievement, Sol only felt an emptiness, as if something he had fought for, more so than all of what he had done in this world was gone. Sol then realised and called out.
"KYLE!" Sol screamed. "KYLE! WHERE ARE YOU!"
Delilah put a hand on Sol's shoulder. He looked at her with pleading eyes, eyes that knew of the coming news but refused to accept the truth. He shook off her hand and went back to shouting, his voice penetrating the eerie silence.
"KYLE! I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE!"
"KYLE!!!!!!!!!"
"SOL!" Delilah shouted at him as she slapped him across the face." You know that he isn't coming back! He...he... did it for the good of everybody. YOU would have done the same if you were in his position."
"KYLE!" Sol screamed. "KYLE! WHERE ARE YOU!"
Delilah put a hand on Sol's shoulder. He looked at her with pleading eyes, eyes that knew of the coming news but refused to accept the truth. He shook off her hand and went back to shouting, his voice penetrating the eerie silence.
"KYLE! I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE!"
"KYLE!!!!!!!!!"
"SOL!" Delilah shouted at him as she slapped him across the face." You know that he isn't coming back! He...he... did it for the good of everybody. YOU would have done the same if you were in his position."
"But you weren't the hero for once... You... you..." Tears started to well up in Delilah's eyes "You weren't... We didn't have enough time... He..."
Delilah looked away, taking a shaky breath as she did so. Sol knew Delilah was wanting to cry, but she was trying to hold it in. Sol stepped towards her, and hugged her. Delilah cried into his shoulder, and Sol stared off into the nearby mountains void of thought and emotion. He was crying on the inside, but he couldn't find any way to express the grief physically. After all he, Kyle and Delilah had been through, it seemed unreal that Kyle had ceased to exist. He couldn't shake off the emptiness and sorrow that was welling up inside him.
Sol told Delilah "Delilah, we should go. We need to stop the rest of the fighting. We need to tell everyone what happened here"
Delilah looked up at him with tear-stained eyes.
"Come on... we should go..."
"Ok..."
Sol and Delilah started to walk back towards the distant fighting. Suddenly, something whizzed right by Delilah and Sol, landing with a sickening CRACK on the stone next to them. After a few seconds, they heard the unmistakeable sound of a sniper shot.
"RUN!" Sol shouted as he pulled at Delilah's hand, trying to get her to run at his pace.
Even the best of snipers can't hit a moving target whilst THAT far out of sight rangeSol and Delilah started to run from cover to cover as the unseen sniper took potshots at them. Just before they reached the cover of the trees, a bullet cracked one of the boulders and a chip flew off and cut Delilah on the arm.
"Ouch!"
Delilah stopped momentarily to examine her arm before she remembered the peril in which she and Sol was in. Sol stopped running and looked back at her, only an arm's breadth away as another bullet tore through Delilah's leg, just below her knee.
"NO!"
Sol jumped back to et to Delilah. He caught her by the arms as she fell, and he started trying to carry her back into the trees.
Delilah looked away, taking a shaky breath as she did so. Sol knew Delilah was wanting to cry, but she was trying to hold it in. Sol stepped towards her, and hugged her. Delilah cried into his shoulder, and Sol stared off into the nearby mountains void of thought and emotion. He was crying on the inside, but he couldn't find any way to express the grief physically. After all he, Kyle and Delilah had been through, it seemed unreal that Kyle had ceased to exist. He couldn't shake off the emptiness and sorrow that was welling up inside him.
Sol told Delilah "Delilah, we should go. We need to stop the rest of the fighting. We need to tell everyone what happened here"
Delilah looked up at him with tear-stained eyes.
"Come on... we should go..."
"Ok..."
Sol and Delilah started to walk back towards the distant fighting. Suddenly, something whizzed right by Delilah and Sol, landing with a sickening CRACK on the stone next to them. After a few seconds, they heard the unmistakeable sound of a sniper shot.
"RUN!" Sol shouted as he pulled at Delilah's hand, trying to get her to run at his pace.
Even the best of snipers can't hit a moving target whilst THAT far out of sight rangeSol and Delilah started to run from cover to cover as the unseen sniper took potshots at them. Just before they reached the cover of the trees, a bullet cracked one of the boulders and a chip flew off and cut Delilah on the arm.
"Ouch!"
Delilah stopped momentarily to examine her arm before she remembered the peril in which she and Sol was in. Sol stopped running and looked back at her, only an arm's breadth away as another bullet tore through Delilah's leg, just below her knee.
"NO!"
Sol jumped back to et to Delilah. He caught her by the arms as she fell, and he started trying to carry her back into the trees.
"Sol..... Let me go.. I'm just dead weight... I can walk.. It's okay" Delilah whispered, her voice ragged and her breath quick.
"No! Delilah, I'm not letting you go!" Sol shouted. "NOT AGAIN! I'm NOT LOSING ANOTHER FRIEND!"
Sol tripped over loose rubble and both him and Delilah went sprawling. And still the Sniper shot at them. Delilah landed painfully a few feet away from Sol. Sol struggled back up to try and get to her, but the Sniper beat him to it. As he was about to pick her up again, a bullet shot straight through his left arm and through Delilah.
"Oh..." was all Delilah said as she fell back onto the ground, Sol clutching at his arm.
"No! NO! NO!" Sol picked her back up, carrying her into the trees. He set her down about a hundred meters into the cover of the trees. Her blood was seeping into the back of his shirt, and his hand was slick with blood as he tried to carefully set her down with one arm. She grunted with pain as she hit the ground with a dull thud. Sol tore off a strip of cloth off of his left arm, screaming with the pain it brought him.
"No no no no no no... Please Delilah, stay with me. Stay with me! PLEASE DELILAH!"
With the cloth, he tried to stem the flow of blood gurgling from the hole in her chest. Delilah coughed up blood and her face was a deadly shade of white. He could tell she had difficulty breathing because every time she took a breath, he could hear her quietly choking on her own blood. He cradled her head in his arms as he spoke to her.
"Please Delilah, please... Don't leave me here... Don't leave me alone.. Please.. Stay with me.."
Delilah tried to give him a smiled, and as she did, her face contorted in again again. "Sol... you can clearly see I can't do that any more... I think it's time you go on alone Sol... Go... people.. are wait-"
Delilah dropped off mid sentence and her head fell limp in Sol's hands. All Sol could ear was the blood roaring in his ears, and the sound of silence that once again pervaded his surroundings. Within a span of ten minutes, he had lost another friend. Sol tilted back his head and screamed. He screamed for all of his grief and loss, his pain and anger, and his friends, who had left him all alone. Once again, Sol Olympia was left alone, without his friends, and only his grief and sorrow to accompany him.
"No! Delilah, I'm not letting you go!" Sol shouted. "NOT AGAIN! I'm NOT LOSING ANOTHER FRIEND!"
Sol tripped over loose rubble and both him and Delilah went sprawling. And still the Sniper shot at them. Delilah landed painfully a few feet away from Sol. Sol struggled back up to try and get to her, but the Sniper beat him to it. As he was about to pick her up again, a bullet shot straight through his left arm and through Delilah.
"Oh..." was all Delilah said as she fell back onto the ground, Sol clutching at his arm.
"No! NO! NO!" Sol picked her back up, carrying her into the trees. He set her down about a hundred meters into the cover of the trees. Her blood was seeping into the back of his shirt, and his hand was slick with blood as he tried to carefully set her down with one arm. She grunted with pain as she hit the ground with a dull thud. Sol tore off a strip of cloth off of his left arm, screaming with the pain it brought him.
"No no no no no no... Please Delilah, stay with me. Stay with me! PLEASE DELILAH!"
With the cloth, he tried to stem the flow of blood gurgling from the hole in her chest. Delilah coughed up blood and her face was a deadly shade of white. He could tell she had difficulty breathing because every time she took a breath, he could hear her quietly choking on her own blood. He cradled her head in his arms as he spoke to her.
"Please Delilah, please... Don't leave me here... Don't leave me alone.. Please.. Stay with me.."
Delilah tried to give him a smiled, and as she did, her face contorted in again again. "Sol... you can clearly see I can't do that any more... I think it's time you go on alone Sol... Go... people.. are wait-"
Delilah dropped off mid sentence and her head fell limp in Sol's hands. All Sol could ear was the blood roaring in his ears, and the sound of silence that once again pervaded his surroundings. Within a span of ten minutes, he had lost another friend. Sol tilted back his head and screamed. He screamed for all of his grief and loss, his pain and anger, and his friends, who had left him all alone. Once again, Sol Olympia was left alone, without his friends, and only his grief and sorrow to accompany him.
~ There's a grief that can't be spoken
There's a pain goes on and on
Empty Chairs at Empty Tables
Now my friends, are dead and gone~
- Les Miserables
There's a pain goes on and on
Empty Chairs at Empty Tables
Now my friends, are dead and gone~
- Les Miserables
Some Little Creative piece of something That I pulled out of my Hair and It Started to Exist in This World.
Somebody once told me
'And I believe
The World
Is burning to the ground'
And I said 'Hey!
Let it go, Let it roll right off your shoulder,
Don't you know? The hardest part is over'
And the piano sounds like a carnival
And I heard em say
Sing us a song, you're the piano man,
The above is something that I just put together, and it does sound like a jumbled mess, but what can you do? :P
I put different lyrics from different songs together, see if you can tell which songs they are.
Now I absolutely love my music. I don't have thousands upon thousand like many others do on their iPod or something, but I enjoy my music nevertheless. Some songs, like one of them up there ^^^ really made me sit and rethink my life, yes it sounds ridiculous, yes it sound so cliched, but seriously, that song just showed to me a part of me that I never knew. AAaaaaannnndddd someone put the lyrics to a Percy Jackson storyline. I fangirled over that and I nearly cried. Why? because I hate endings. Especially sad ones. If possible, I try not to read the ending of a book I liked. If I'm reading it again, I can't help it, because I know how it ends, and I don't want to read it again. Aaaannnddd I still read it because I'm stupid and I cry because it's a sad ending. For example, Inheritance Now THAT was a book series I enjoyed. Well, the book series was called Eragon, but the last book was called inheritance. I enjoyed the books so much when it came to an end, I cried. I hate it when good things end. Why? ~ Good times never seemed so good ~ Quote from 'Sweet Caroline' by Neil Diamomnd
Welp... I'm done for today :P Sorry for a shorter than usual blog post,
Peace out Girl Scouts
'And I believe
The World
Is burning to the ground'
And I said 'Hey!
Let it go, Let it roll right off your shoulder,
Don't you know? The hardest part is over'
And the piano sounds like a carnival
And I heard em say
Sing us a song, you're the piano man,
The above is something that I just put together, and it does sound like a jumbled mess, but what can you do? :P
I put different lyrics from different songs together, see if you can tell which songs they are.
Now I absolutely love my music. I don't have thousands upon thousand like many others do on their iPod or something, but I enjoy my music nevertheless. Some songs, like one of them up there ^^^ really made me sit and rethink my life, yes it sounds ridiculous, yes it sound so cliched, but seriously, that song just showed to me a part of me that I never knew. AAaaaaannnndddd someone put the lyrics to a Percy Jackson storyline. I fangirled over that and I nearly cried. Why? because I hate endings. Especially sad ones. If possible, I try not to read the ending of a book I liked. If I'm reading it again, I can't help it, because I know how it ends, and I don't want to read it again. Aaaannnddd I still read it because I'm stupid and I cry because it's a sad ending. For example, Inheritance Now THAT was a book series I enjoyed. Well, the book series was called Eragon, but the last book was called inheritance. I enjoyed the books so much when it came to an end, I cried. I hate it when good things end. Why? ~ Good times never seemed so good ~ Quote from 'Sweet Caroline' by Neil Diamomnd
Welp... I'm done for today :P Sorry for a shorter than usual blog post,
Peace out Girl Scouts
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Skiing, Hair Pulling, and all that Jazz
I have two things to say. I hate my life. And I love skiing.
The former... or the latter.... whichever one comes first.. you've probably all heard about me hating my life. The other thingy.. The second one.. Now ooohohohohoho. This is something new innit? Yea mate? Innit? (My best attempt at a bogan British accent on the computer)
K so first I want to clear up that being brought up in an aggressive Asian family isn't the best way of growing up. Sure what the parents think they're doing is all for their kids, but honestly I just don't think it's the way to go. I mean sure it might BE the only way for some kids, but seriously, beating a kid up isn't going to get something through a kid's head. As with what happened yesterday... Well... Today, at 2 in the morning. So My mum has a lot of pent up stress due to reasons which shall not be named. So that stress turns into anger whenever I do something that displeases her. In this case, it was staying up till 2am watching youtube and reading other people's blogs. Now if if many of you guys have done stuff like that but seriously, if I don't get my daily youtube dosage... welp... Look. I've been restricted from EVERYTHING this holidays. I've had no using the computer for ANYTHING. Not even to write my blog, I had to write it from my phone basically. And I've had to just constantly solve maths problems.. OVA and OVA again. As explained in the previous blog. (If you haven't read that one, GO BACK! :D )And so I'm bored as fuck. I can only read the books they give me, which are books like The Great Gatsby, Wuthering Heights. Books I've read before, and I can only enjoy a book for so much when I've read it like 3~4 times in a week. All I've had was my precious piano and a newfound guitar-liking to keep me company for the holidays. And the days seem to go soooo sloowwwlllyyyy........... Either way, back to the topic above. Yes, using my phone at 2, mum finds out, not please. Me not happy that she's not happy about me being unhappy about her decision making about the 'Problem' the encases me. As explained in the blog post previous to this one, holidays have a different definition in an asian parent's eyes. To give you an example, they think my friend, DH goes and studies at the library everyday for 6~8 hours. If that's true, then whoopdeedoo, he can do whatever the fuck he wants for a job (good job you) but FUCK DAT! I'm the type of person who like to enjoy life... Before we get even more off topic... So yeah, she starts to scream many colourful and descriptive words about how much I'm a failure and how much I should just go kill myself because I've killed her emotionally a few hundred times.. blah blah blah I should just go and commit suicide because I'm just a hindrance to the world, I should not have been born, I will evict you from the house and disown you... You get the point yeah? And I did my typical zone out after the fifth word thing, and I was happily imagining other things when WHACK. She decided she would take my phone and smack me over the head with it (Quite violently mind you) and she basically just gave me a thrashing on my bed. And so it ended up with her pulling my hair out trying to expose my stomach and that so she could beat me up even more. At that point I said (not in these exact words, but the same meaning and context) "F*ck Off". Then she started to laugh, gave my hair another yank, actually pulled off a patch of hair, and proceeded to thrash me more. You see, an Asian household looks like they got it easy because other people think they just reel in money like I do candy, but we really don't. If you were an asian child that was a 'failure', then wowee. I feel sorry for you. My mum also then went on to explain how other children wouldn't react and they would just let their parents beat them half to death and a 'NORMAL' child would sit and think about what he had done to deserve such a beating, WHILST HE WAS GETTING BEAT. Now idk about you guys, but I find it PRETTY HARD to think whilst in pain. Just a thought. Either way idk whether I really want to stay in this household anymore. But I just can't be fucked to do anything about it now :P.
Don't feel sad though, we resolved everything last... this morning and so we went on a happy fun times skiing trip. It said perisher was going to rain, so we weren't sure whether we should bother going, but we went anyways and had a nice time. Now stop crying. Bad things never last long... Unless you're in an Asian household. Then it lasts until you're outta that house. ::P
Welp, if you guys actually read all of this, and got down to this bit, then I thank you for such patience, and ggwp guys.
Peace out Girls Scouts
The former... or the latter.... whichever one comes first.. you've probably all heard about me hating my life. The other thingy.. The second one.. Now ooohohohohoho. This is something new innit? Yea mate? Innit? (My best attempt at a bogan British accent on the computer)
K so first I want to clear up that being brought up in an aggressive Asian family isn't the best way of growing up. Sure what the parents think they're doing is all for their kids, but honestly I just don't think it's the way to go. I mean sure it might BE the only way for some kids, but seriously, beating a kid up isn't going to get something through a kid's head. As with what happened yesterday... Well... Today, at 2 in the morning. So My mum has a lot of pent up stress due to reasons which shall not be named. So that stress turns into anger whenever I do something that displeases her. In this case, it was staying up till 2am watching youtube and reading other people's blogs. Now if if many of you guys have done stuff like that but seriously, if I don't get my daily youtube dosage... welp... Look. I've been restricted from EVERYTHING this holidays. I've had no using the computer for ANYTHING. Not even to write my blog, I had to write it from my phone basically. And I've had to just constantly solve maths problems.. OVA and OVA again. As explained in the previous blog. (If you haven't read that one, GO BACK! :D )And so I'm bored as fuck. I can only read the books they give me, which are books like The Great Gatsby, Wuthering Heights. Books I've read before, and I can only enjoy a book for so much when I've read it like 3~4 times in a week. All I've had was my precious piano and a newfound guitar-liking to keep me company for the holidays. And the days seem to go soooo sloowwwlllyyyy........... Either way, back to the topic above. Yes, using my phone at 2, mum finds out, not please. Me not happy that she's not happy about me being unhappy about her decision making about the 'Problem' the encases me. As explained in the blog post previous to this one, holidays have a different definition in an asian parent's eyes. To give you an example, they think my friend, DH goes and studies at the library everyday for 6~8 hours. If that's true, then whoopdeedoo, he can do whatever the fuck he wants for a job (good job you) but FUCK DAT! I'm the type of person who like to enjoy life... Before we get even more off topic... So yeah, she starts to scream many colourful and descriptive words about how much I'm a failure and how much I should just go kill myself because I've killed her emotionally a few hundred times.. blah blah blah I should just go and commit suicide because I'm just a hindrance to the world, I should not have been born, I will evict you from the house and disown you... You get the point yeah? And I did my typical zone out after the fifth word thing, and I was happily imagining other things when WHACK. She decided she would take my phone and smack me over the head with it (Quite violently mind you) and she basically just gave me a thrashing on my bed. And so it ended up with her pulling my hair out trying to expose my stomach and that so she could beat me up even more. At that point I said (not in these exact words, but the same meaning and context) "F*ck Off". Then she started to laugh, gave my hair another yank, actually pulled off a patch of hair, and proceeded to thrash me more. You see, an Asian household looks like they got it easy because other people think they just reel in money like I do candy, but we really don't. If you were an asian child that was a 'failure', then wowee. I feel sorry for you. My mum also then went on to explain how other children wouldn't react and they would just let their parents beat them half to death and a 'NORMAL' child would sit and think about what he had done to deserve such a beating, WHILST HE WAS GETTING BEAT. Now idk about you guys, but I find it PRETTY HARD to think whilst in pain. Just a thought. Either way idk whether I really want to stay in this household anymore. But I just can't be fucked to do anything about it now :P.
Don't feel sad though, we resolved everything last... this morning and so we went on a happy fun times skiing trip. It said perisher was going to rain, so we weren't sure whether we should bother going, but we went anyways and had a nice time. Now stop crying. Bad things never last long... Unless you're in an Asian household. Then it lasts until you're outta that house. ::P
Welp, if you guys actually read all of this, and got down to this bit, then I thank you for such patience, and ggwp guys.
Peace out Girls Scouts
Monday, July 15, 2013
Bimbus
Hallo
I'm back! And it's good to be back! (Not that I've actually been anywhere). By back I mean taking a break from just continually rambling on about my story and posting it up on this blog. Finally I'm getting an actually me-telling-you stuff blog post thing. Yup. Oh and before you ask about the title, I have absolutely no idea where it came from either :D
So, I've been on 'HOLIDAYS' and I've had a shit time of it. You would not believe the amount of stress and anxiety that the word 'HOLIDAYS' actually brings to me. So, first of all, what is your definition of a holiday?
Mine : A time where you spend your days doing what you want and enjoying life before school starts.
UNFORTUNATELY, my hopes of a good 'Holiday' were crushed many a long years ago. So, back in primary school, I had just moved into Canberra. I was in year two at the time and I remember the thrill and dread of starting at a new school. I politely introduced myself to the class in my slightly flawed english and I decided I liked Canberran schools a lot more than Sydney schools. However, with my first semester report card in YEAR 2, I got a B for english. Oh And I only got an 'EXCELLENT' for maths. Or something ridiculously high like that. BUT IT WASN'T THE BEST. So what happened? I spent my two weeks worth of precious time, working on my english and solving maths problems. I never got a B in Maths ever again. Save high school. But I was and still am and idiot.
So my parent's definition of a holiday is much more different from our definition.
(Definition : A TIME WHEN YOU CAN USE YOUR STUPID HEAD TO WORK AND IMPROVE YOUR IDIOCY INSTEAD OF RELAXING AND PLAYING). Well fuck.
Also, I'm an AVID gamer. I cannot stress how much pleasure I get from watching tiny pixels go everywhere. It is, for me at least, also my only place of solitude. A place where I can rest, think about my actions, and what I can improve of myself. The only other place I can do that is my piano. Either way, I find my enjoyment in playing games with my friends, and there is only so much time I can spend reading a book, or playing piano/trumpet. So I also don't get why, in a time of RESTING and RELAXATION I am strictly NOT allowed to have my fun. Sure sometimes you got to restrict how much fun one person can have if they are shirking their work for it, but seriously. If I have ample time to do what I want. I think I have my own permission to spend my time however I want. Not how they want.
I'm bored as fuck, I'm wasting away my holidays by spending too much time at the desk writing and solving maths problems. I want a life god damn.
ggwp Parents. ggwp.
Peace out Girl Scouts
I'm back! And it's good to be back! (Not that I've actually been anywhere). By back I mean taking a break from just continually rambling on about my story and posting it up on this blog. Finally I'm getting an actually me-telling-you stuff blog post thing. Yup. Oh and before you ask about the title, I have absolutely no idea where it came from either :D
So, I've been on 'HOLIDAYS' and I've had a shit time of it. You would not believe the amount of stress and anxiety that the word 'HOLIDAYS' actually brings to me. So, first of all, what is your definition of a holiday?
Mine : A time where you spend your days doing what you want and enjoying life before school starts.
UNFORTUNATELY, my hopes of a good 'Holiday' were crushed many a long years ago. So, back in primary school, I had just moved into Canberra. I was in year two at the time and I remember the thrill and dread of starting at a new school. I politely introduced myself to the class in my slightly flawed english and I decided I liked Canberran schools a lot more than Sydney schools. However, with my first semester report card in YEAR 2, I got a B for english. Oh And I only got an 'EXCELLENT' for maths. Or something ridiculously high like that. BUT IT WASN'T THE BEST. So what happened? I spent my two weeks worth of precious time, working on my english and solving maths problems. I never got a B in Maths ever again. Save high school. But I was and still am and idiot.
So my parent's definition of a holiday is much more different from our definition.
(Definition : A TIME WHEN YOU CAN USE YOUR STUPID HEAD TO WORK AND IMPROVE YOUR IDIOCY INSTEAD OF RELAXING AND PLAYING). Well fuck.
Also, I'm an AVID gamer. I cannot stress how much pleasure I get from watching tiny pixels go everywhere. It is, for me at least, also my only place of solitude. A place where I can rest, think about my actions, and what I can improve of myself. The only other place I can do that is my piano. Either way, I find my enjoyment in playing games with my friends, and there is only so much time I can spend reading a book, or playing piano/trumpet. So I also don't get why, in a time of RESTING and RELAXATION I am strictly NOT allowed to have my fun. Sure sometimes you got to restrict how much fun one person can have if they are shirking their work for it, but seriously. If I have ample time to do what I want. I think I have my own permission to spend my time however I want. Not how they want.
I'm bored as fuck, I'm wasting away my holidays by spending too much time at the desk writing and solving maths problems. I want a life god damn.
ggwp Parents. ggwp.
Peace out Girl Scouts
Saturday, July 13, 2013
Dear Lord Why
Kyle walked down the grey and colourless road road that led to the city of New Seoul. After the destruction of the city of Seoul by the bombardment, New Seoul had been rebuilt in such a way that nothing could hope to destroy the city from above. New Seoul was
covered in a dome that consisted of three layers. The first layer, the one on
the outside, was made of reinforced titanium, on a much larger scale, and then
shrunk down to the current size to further densify and harden it.
The outer layer is
the most reinforced of the three layers. The large sphere was constructed with
a metal called Di-Hydronium, referring to the metal’s peculiar composition and
ability. Di-Hydronium has a chemical composition of H2OTi48, which
means it’s water fused with Titanium. The metal that is produced by the rare
chemically forced reaction is Di-Hydronium, which freezes most of the items it
is in contact with, including the chamber in which it is made. The metal is at
first in a liquid state, but after a while, it forms a thin layer of Solidified
Di-Hydronium on the outside. The metal was made in extremely large amounts,
enough to encase 100 New Seouls in the metal. The resulting sphere, scaling
100:1 for the needed size, was then shrunk down, borrowing the machine needed
from Past Beijing, to further densify the atoms and therefore make the metal
much more resistant.
The middle layer, commonly referred to as ‘The Bunker’, is the second layer. The Bunker is just a plain Sphere of Concrete and Blast Resistant Steel both 10m thick. It is a plain and simple layer, designed to keep even the toughest of missiles to penetrating into New Seoul. However, there is a special interaction between The Bunker and the third layer, jokingly referred to as Korea’s Last Stand.
The third and final layer is the ultimate defensive system against air attacks. A centimeter underneath the inside of the second layer, there is a webwork of sensors that have an inverted signal, meaning that they will set off something if they are broken. If the sensors are broken in the second layer, the Third ‘Layer’, will proceed to completely flip over the whole city of New Seoul, upside down, revealing it’s concrete and steel underside. Then, and artificial gravity is activated to keep the city from completely crumbling, and a holographic image of the city is shown on the other side to fool the attackers.
The middle layer, commonly referred to as ‘The Bunker’, is the second layer. The Bunker is just a plain Sphere of Concrete and Blast Resistant Steel both 10m thick. It is a plain and simple layer, designed to keep even the toughest of missiles to penetrating into New Seoul. However, there is a special interaction between The Bunker and the third layer, jokingly referred to as Korea’s Last Stand.
The third and final layer is the ultimate defensive system against air attacks. A centimeter underneath the inside of the second layer, there is a webwork of sensors that have an inverted signal, meaning that they will set off something if they are broken. If the sensors are broken in the second layer, the Third ‘Layer’, will proceed to completely flip over the whole city of New Seoul, upside down, revealing it’s concrete and steel underside. Then, and artificial gravity is activated to keep the city from completely crumbling, and a holographic image of the city is shown on the other side to fool the attackers.
Saturday, July 6, 2013
The above post was actually a misclick.
The above post was actually a misclick.
I would have taken it back down, but I don't know how to and I can't be screwed to either.
So I'm not dead in a drain from my report card. Either way, Happy holidays guys, and much appreciations if you could like tell me what I could do to possibly improve my writing. Pls.... Thanks XD
Seeya Guys, I'm off to play my nerdy Computer Games ( Another Blog post coming about that soon)
Peace out Girl Scouts
I would have taken it back down, but I don't know how to and I can't be screwed to either.
So I'm not dead in a drain from my report card. Either way, Happy holidays guys, and much appreciations if you could like tell me what I could do to possibly improve my writing. Pls.... Thanks XD
Seeya Guys, I'm off to play my nerdy Computer Games ( Another Blog post coming about that soon)
Peace out Girl Scouts
Friday, July 5, 2013
I still don't get it
I still don't get what the hell people get onto my blog to read about, considering my latest 'blog' post only has three view, and the sats say I had 21 people come and view my blog yesterday. What the hell do you people read on my blog??? O_o
Continued on from yesterday... Or whenever I get this blog post up.
"Delilah! I have no choice! There ISN'T another way!" Kyle whispered.
"Kyle! I know Sol was an important friend for both of us. I know you miss him already, but you just can't do that! It's suicide! And those who have made a pact with... you know... HER, they never seem to have their fates end well! You know this!" Delilah retorted.
"Of course I know this! As if I don't!" Kyle replied angrily "Besides! He would do the same for us if he were in our situation! YOU of all people would know that". Kyle turned away, tears in his eyes.
Delilah hesitated, unsure whether to try and stop her dear friend, or grab at the chance to get Sol back. After their talk back at the base in New Seoul, they had been closer than they had ever gotten. She blushed and stormed off, leaving Kyle staring after her. He turned around and walked out of the base of Operations, waving his identification card at the guard at the gates.
"Just out for a walk" he said miserably to the Guard.
"Bad weather for walk you don't think?" asked the Korean guard in bad English.
"Whatever" replied Kyle as he stalked off into the city.
Kyle knew he had a job to do, and he wasn't going to fail at it. Not in front of Delilah, and he definitely wasn't going to fail it for Sol.
Continued on from yesterday... Or whenever I get this blog post up.
"Delilah! I have no choice! There ISN'T another way!" Kyle whispered.
"Kyle! I know Sol was an important friend for both of us. I know you miss him already, but you just can't do that! It's suicide! And those who have made a pact with... you know... HER, they never seem to have their fates end well! You know this!" Delilah retorted.
"Of course I know this! As if I don't!" Kyle replied angrily "Besides! He would do the same for us if he were in our situation! YOU of all people would know that". Kyle turned away, tears in his eyes.
Delilah hesitated, unsure whether to try and stop her dear friend, or grab at the chance to get Sol back. After their talk back at the base in New Seoul, they had been closer than they had ever gotten. She blushed and stormed off, leaving Kyle staring after her. He turned around and walked out of the base of Operations, waving his identification card at the guard at the gates.
"Just out for a walk" he said miserably to the Guard.
"Bad weather for walk you don't think?" asked the Korean guard in bad English.
"Whatever" replied Kyle as he stalked off into the city.
Kyle knew he had a job to do, and he wasn't going to fail at it. Not in front of Delilah, and he definitely wasn't going to fail it for Sol.
Sol couldn’t recall
exactly what had happened after he had supposedly died. He couldn’t tell if he
was dead either. But he felt dead, and after getting a slight bearing of where
he was, he definitely felt like he was in the realm of death. Everywhere around
him, there was darkness. Sol turned 360 degrees, scanning the pitch black for
any signs of life. He couldn’t find anything, and then he turned an extra 720
degrees just to make sure.
I had heard many stories about what death might look like, but I never knew it would be so pitch black…. And boring Thought Sol. I wonder if I can move?
Sol looked down at his feet, and was surprised to find his feet missing. The bottom half of his body was replaced by a spectral glow, in the shape of a candle flame upside down. The light which emanated from his spectral body was blue green, and other-worldly. Sol tilted forward with his ghostly form, and found that he could move in whichever direction he wanted, provided it was not up.
Moving in ghost form is kinda like riding a segway… Not that I’ve ever ridden a segway before. Sol thought. I’m kind of enjoying it, but really there isn’t much fun to riding a ghostly body segway to pitch black scenery.
After moving around aimlessly for what seemed like a very long time, Sol decided it wasn’t worth the effort to move without a goal.
I might just run out of breath riding an invisible body segway Sol smirked. Wait… what? Whoa. No. What. I’m not breathing. And I’m still alive… well… Dead… What? Ugh this dead thing is still not comprehensible to me. I still can’t believe I’m dead. Jesus Christ. I want out of here. DAMMIT! What? I can’t speak as well? Well, I’m opening my mouth, and it ‘feels’ like I’m speaking… This is so confusing… Yeah, I definitely want outta here. I’M OFF
Sol raced along with his ghostly body, whether he was going anywhere too fast, he didn’t know because everything was just pitch black. Sol went on and on this time, tirelessly racing along the pitch black of death. However, no matter how fast Sol tried to float, all he was doing was racing around in circles.
I had heard many stories about what death might look like, but I never knew it would be so pitch black…. And boring Thought Sol. I wonder if I can move?
Sol looked down at his feet, and was surprised to find his feet missing. The bottom half of his body was replaced by a spectral glow, in the shape of a candle flame upside down. The light which emanated from his spectral body was blue green, and other-worldly. Sol tilted forward with his ghostly form, and found that he could move in whichever direction he wanted, provided it was not up.
Moving in ghost form is kinda like riding a segway… Not that I’ve ever ridden a segway before. Sol thought. I’m kind of enjoying it, but really there isn’t much fun to riding a ghostly body segway to pitch black scenery.
After moving around aimlessly for what seemed like a very long time, Sol decided it wasn’t worth the effort to move without a goal.
I might just run out of breath riding an invisible body segway Sol smirked. Wait… what? Whoa. No. What. I’m not breathing. And I’m still alive… well… Dead… What? Ugh this dead thing is still not comprehensible to me. I still can’t believe I’m dead. Jesus Christ. I want out of here. DAMMIT! What? I can’t speak as well? Well, I’m opening my mouth, and it ‘feels’ like I’m speaking… This is so confusing… Yeah, I definitely want outta here. I’M OFF
Sol raced along with his ghostly body, whether he was going anywhere too fast, he didn’t know because everything was just pitch black. Sol went on and on this time, tirelessly racing along the pitch black of death. However, no matter how fast Sol tried to float, all he was doing was racing around in circles.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Okay.. FUCK THIS SHIT
HAI t(<.<t) you
I have had something on my chest for so long that I've been meaning to get it off, but I've been too scared to shout it out loud to my friends. Why? because they'd think I'm a narcissistic, arrogant, ungrateful prick. BUT FOR GODS SAKE I NEED TO GET IT OFF. It's like a heavyweight chain that's pierced through me and then sagged down into an endless hole. I FUCKING HATE IT.
For those of you who remember, if you can even bother to bring it up in your memory, I had this retarded depression mood swing on one maths class I think on a Friday. I sat there, being hugged by Lushimi, feeling like absolute shit. Why? Because I hit upon a realisation. I don't fit into my group. I don't fit in with anyone in my friendship group, nor do fit in with anyone else I know for that matter. YOU (If you know who I am talking about.... ooops) may say 'Get over it' well tO_Ot) YOU. Everytime at lunch it's like Jesus christ where the fuck can I go to FUCKING TALK TO SOMEBODY?? I mean WHAT THE FUCK! SERIOUSLY. I'm bored out of my mind so much, and inside our friendship groups, there are these micro friendship groups. I'm not in any of them either. FUCK THAT SHIT. For those of you who viewed my maths book at that time, you may have noticed the words REJECT, or AFTERTHOUGHT written in extremely bold and angry letters. BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT I FEEL LIKE. AN ANFTERTHOUGHT!! Oh remember that friendship group we had back in Highschool??? Yeah, there was ***** ***** **** **** andd.... who was that other Kid?? Oh Right! MEE!Q@#$@#
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I FUCKING HATE IT SO MUCH. I mean, it's not like I've been ditched, well maybe a bit, but more like I've just been left for better friends. FUCK
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ggwp
Peace out Girl SCOUTILUQJGAKHSITURY^&(*$@^.....s
I have had something on my chest for so long that I've been meaning to get it off, but I've been too scared to shout it out loud to my friends. Why? because they'd think I'm a narcissistic, arrogant, ungrateful prick. BUT FOR GODS SAKE I NEED TO GET IT OFF. It's like a heavyweight chain that's pierced through me and then sagged down into an endless hole. I FUCKING HATE IT.
For those of you who remember, if you can even bother to bring it up in your memory, I had this retarded depression mood swing on one maths class I think on a Friday. I sat there, being hugged by Lushimi, feeling like absolute shit. Why? Because I hit upon a realisation. I don't fit into my group. I don't fit in with anyone in my friendship group, nor do fit in with anyone else I know for that matter. YOU (If you know who I am talking about.... ooops) may say 'Get over it' well tO_Ot) YOU. Everytime at lunch it's like Jesus christ where the fuck can I go to FUCKING TALK TO SOMEBODY?? I mean WHAT THE FUCK! SERIOUSLY. I'm bored out of my mind so much, and inside our friendship groups, there are these micro friendship groups. I'm not in any of them either. FUCK THAT SHIT. For those of you who viewed my maths book at that time, you may have noticed the words REJECT, or AFTERTHOUGHT written in extremely bold and angry letters. BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT I FEEL LIKE. AN ANFTERTHOUGHT!! Oh remember that friendship group we had back in Highschool??? Yeah, there was ***** ***** **** **** andd.... who was that other Kid?? Oh Right! MEE!Q@#$@#
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I FUCKING HATE IT SO MUCH. I mean, it's not like I've been ditched, well maybe a bit, but more like I've just been left for better friends. FUCK
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Peace out Girl SCOUTILUQJGAKHSITURY^&(*$@^.....s
Road Ready
Starting this blog in Road Ready class... Probably going to finish it back at home.
I'm SO bored. Upuli's being a bitch again, to be fair, I was being a bitch as well. But FUCK. Oh shut up. Not everyone carries around headphones.
First, I want to give you guys a definition. The word is ZXCVBNMLKJHGFDSAQWERTYUIOP
It is a word used to describe a state of extreme boredom. They are so bored that they roll their finger from the bottom left letter, z, and move it right, until the letter m, and the repeat from the letter l, from right to left, and then again, from the letter q, from left to right. See? I'm so bored thjat I just made up a retarded word and defined it. God damn I'm Bored.
ANTHONY: WHO ROAD READY??? COME ON BABY!!
stfu anthony, jesus christ. He's the most annyoing prick of all god damn time. Idk why I even bother listening to him half the time, but his voice is jsut so... duh. I hate it. I could go on for a while about how much I hate this person or that person but meh. I can't be screwed to write about that, although I can be screwed to write about me not writing about people that I hate. Im bored as hell.
ANTHONY : LET'S GET ROAD READY!!! YEAHYO!
stfu.
[So, as most of you guys can probably tell, I'm in road ready class. Which mean's I'm skipping school for three whole days to study stuff on the road and BAC and bascially common sense questions.
What should you do when the traffic lights turn red? Idk, maybe I should floor the accelerator, go at 120km/h and completely steamroll the oncoming cars. That's the right answer. Or
When you see a sign that says NO RIGHT TURN you should
a) Turn right immedately, ramming yourself into the curb and other pedestrains,
b) Turn left jsut to spite the sign
c) Turn right because there is a dirt ramp to jump off into a pool
d) Do what the sign says.
I choose b) because that's the most logical answer. I mean, you probably shouldn't do what the sign says because it's a trap that the driving instructors set up to make you fail your test. Duh.
! Driving Test Results !
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! fail !
I'm probably going to screw the test over and be that one person who fails the test. I can't concentrate at all. fuuuuurrrrrkkkkk.....
Like, my english tutor tells me that my mind is like a butterfly, constantly flitting about from one idea to another, never able to concentrate on one thing fully, so I have many ideas, I just can never expand them properly. And so he's tried many times to get me to concentrate on one thing. But as long as it's something boring or work related, I don't think I will ever be able to concentrate on it, unless my life like seriously depends on it. ] - The part I wrote at Road Ready
[I also absolutely hate deadlines. If I feel stressed about it, I just can't seem to do a good job of it, unless it's a presentation, in which case I feel confident right up until I hear everyone else's presentations, and then I crumble because theirs is so much better than mine. :P I don't know why, but I also feel more obligated to do something if it's voluntary, more than if it is mandatory.
btw, Growing old is mandatory, Growing Mature is voluntary.
Also, I recently started to write excerpts for my would be story. I just decided that it would be a nice change from what I was putting up on this crap old blog anyways . :D ] - The part I wrote at home
Peace out Girl Scouts
I'm SO bored. Upuli's being a bitch again, to be fair, I was being a bitch as well. But FUCK. Oh shut up. Not everyone carries around headphones.
First, I want to give you guys a definition. The word is ZXCVBNMLKJHGFDSAQWERTYUIOP
It is a word used to describe a state of extreme boredom. They are so bored that they roll their finger from the bottom left letter, z, and move it right, until the letter m, and the repeat from the letter l, from right to left, and then again, from the letter q, from left to right. See? I'm so bored thjat I just made up a retarded word and defined it. God damn I'm Bored.
ANTHONY: WHO ROAD READY??? COME ON BABY!!
stfu anthony, jesus christ. He's the most annyoing prick of all god damn time. Idk why I even bother listening to him half the time, but his voice is jsut so... duh. I hate it. I could go on for a while about how much I hate this person or that person but meh. I can't be screwed to write about that, although I can be screwed to write about me not writing about people that I hate. Im bored as hell.
ANTHONY : LET'S GET ROAD READY!!! YEAHYO!
stfu.
[So, as most of you guys can probably tell, I'm in road ready class. Which mean's I'm skipping school for three whole days to study stuff on the road and BAC and bascially common sense questions.
What should you do when the traffic lights turn red? Idk, maybe I should floor the accelerator, go at 120km/h and completely steamroll the oncoming cars. That's the right answer. Or
When you see a sign that says NO RIGHT TURN you should
a) Turn right immedately, ramming yourself into the curb and other pedestrains,
b) Turn left jsut to spite the sign
c) Turn right because there is a dirt ramp to jump off into a pool
d) Do what the sign says.
I choose b) because that's the most logical answer. I mean, you probably shouldn't do what the sign says because it's a trap that the driving instructors set up to make you fail your test. Duh.
! Driving Test Results !
! !
! !
! !
! !
! !
! fail !
I'm probably going to screw the test over and be that one person who fails the test. I can't concentrate at all. fuuuuurrrrrkkkkk.....
Like, my english tutor tells me that my mind is like a butterfly, constantly flitting about from one idea to another, never able to concentrate on one thing fully, so I have many ideas, I just can never expand them properly. And so he's tried many times to get me to concentrate on one thing. But as long as it's something boring or work related, I don't think I will ever be able to concentrate on it, unless my life like seriously depends on it. ] - The part I wrote at Road Ready
[I also absolutely hate deadlines. If I feel stressed about it, I just can't seem to do a good job of it, unless it's a presentation, in which case I feel confident right up until I hear everyone else's presentations, and then I crumble because theirs is so much better than mine. :P I don't know why, but I also feel more obligated to do something if it's voluntary, more than if it is mandatory.
btw, Growing old is mandatory, Growing Mature is voluntary.
Also, I recently started to write excerpts for my would be story. I just decided that it would be a nice change from what I was putting up on this crap old blog anyways . :D ] - The part I wrote at home
Peace out Girl Scouts
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Here, we go!
The way in which the two fought was like watching a tango comprised of deadly blades. The sunlight reflected off of the flashing swords to blind the occasional onlooker, usually resulting in their ever so humiliating death. All around the two swordsmen the battle raged on, as bloody as ever, and as fierce as ever. There were shouts and the sound metal against metal, sword against scythe, gauntlets against staves, guns against mechanized armour. The sun was high, the time almost being noon . Sol grunted with the effort of blocking his foe’s blow, staggering back several feet. Evernight leapt into the air, pirouetting, and then crashed down with an almighty force onto Sol. Her talon-tipped gauntlets pounded down on his scythe, and Sol saw Equilibrium (The name of Sol's scythe, for those who don't know, Solomon is a character of a book I wish to write, and he was a double-bladed scythe named Equilibrium for it's unique ability to reduce the amount of energy spent in each movement of an attack or block, and convert it into more strength behind the blow or the block. This allows Sol to afflict blows with inhuman strength with much less effort. Yup.) Anyways, back to the excerpt. and Sol saw Equilibrium start to chip away every time she hit the scythe. Sol made the mistake of looking up into Evernight's face again, and his vision immediately started to black out, giving him tunnel vision. He stumbled away, with Evernight laughing, jumping off of him like a feline grown too large. His vision slowly returned to him as he saw Evernight running to him, her next blow already poised.
“Shit!” Sol swore as he turned and ran "Looking at her face while we battle probably isn't the best recipe for a longer lifespan.”
A taunting voice came up from behind him as he ran, "Sol, are you running away from our fight again? You know running away and dying isn't an honourable death!" Evernight taunted.
Yeah well if I'm dead I don't think honour will really matter too greatly to me, Sol thought angrily as tilted sharply to the right to avoid an incoming attack from a swordsman, quickly cutting him down after dodging the blow.
"So-ol! I'm catching up!" came the once more annoying taunting voice of Evernight.
Sol abruptly stopped running and turned around at the same time, Equilibrium up and ready to defend him, expecting another staggering blow. Instead he got Evernight whispering in his ear saying
"Behind you Sol!".
Evernight ran her clawed gauntlets across Sol chest, raking him from his top right shoulder to his left hip, just as he was turning around. Sol's combat shirt tore apart like wet paper, and there was an explosive pain registering in his mind as he fell.
"Damn" Sol said as he laid, bleeding on the ground with Equilibrium still clutched in his hand. It was a fatal blow, Sol knew that much. However, he still couldn't believe how easily he had fallen. Evernight strode away from him, laughing and licking her gauntlets, fresh with blood. In one blow, Corporal of the Army of North Korea had felled the great Sol Olympia, the one destined to be the one to finally end the war of Korea.
Somewhere in the distance, Sol could hear Delilah and Kyle screaming his name, over and over again, like an annoying siren. Sol smiled as he coughed up his life’s essence onto the ground.
God damn Kyle and Delilah are annoying he thought as he smiled, lying on the cold ground of the bloody battlefield. I'll see you later guys...
On the 20th of May, in the Battle for Valience, Sol Olympia died, Killed in Action.
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With epic editedness by Ms Crawford. Cheers to her! :D Peace out Girl Scouts
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Sunday, June 16, 2013
I don't get it
So
I see I still regularly get people who come to see if my blog has any new content. (Which it doesn't or the past few months). And I see I still sometimes get pageviews. But I don't get what people look at. I mean, my latest blog post only has like 1 view, and then I wonder, if I have people coming on here to check my blog, why don't they view the new crap, and instead just look at something rather old?
Due to my very expansive *cough* knowledge, I can therefore deduce that...
My new content is obviously very shit.
I should probably find something new to write about.
Peace out Girl Scouts
I see I still regularly get people who come to see if my blog has any new content. (Which it doesn't or the past few months). And I see I still sometimes get pageviews. But I don't get what people look at. I mean, my latest blog post only has like 1 view, and then I wonder, if I have people coming on here to check my blog, why don't they view the new crap, and instead just look at something rather old?
Due to my very expansive *cough* knowledge, I can therefore deduce that...
My new content is obviously very shit.
I should probably find something new to write about.
Peace out Girl Scouts
Friday, May 31, 2013
Whhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezzzzzzzzzzzziiiiiiiiuioooooooieunaofidhasf Woot!
Hai~~~~~
I know I know, it's been a pretty long time. But I really have to make this short. Finally hit just over 1k pageviews. So thanks guys :D!
I just thought it was a worthwhile mention. XD
See you next time guys!
Peace out Girl Scouts
I know I know, it's been a pretty long time. But I really have to make this short. Finally hit just over 1k pageviews. So thanks guys :D!
I just thought it was a worthwhile mention. XD
See you next time guys!
Peace out Girl Scouts
Monday, May 20, 2013
Choices
Mum : Jae, do you want to play table tennis with your cousin today? He's bored and he has nothing to do except watch youtube on his phone.
Me : ..... I'm tired... Conducting and keeping ten leapies in order isn't easy mum...
Mum : But he's so bored! And he plays with you often...
Me : I'm too tired today mum... I'll play with him tomorrow
Mum : No! You're playing table tennis with him today!
Me *Ugh, what is the point of giving me a choice if I can't make the choice myself...*
Me : ..... I'm tired... Conducting and keeping ten leapies in order isn't easy mum...
Mum : But he's so bored! And he plays with you often...
Me : I'm too tired today mum... I'll play with him tomorrow
Mum : No! You're playing table tennis with him today!
Me *Ugh, what is the point of giving me a choice if I can't make the choice myself...*
Friday, May 10, 2013
Variables, Variavles, Bariavles, and Bariables
A few, days previously....
Father : Now, jae, these numbers are called Variables! *Spells it out* V-a-r-i-a-b-l-e-s
Me: ..... -_-; Yup.
Father :Now, Jae, do you know what theses VARIAVLES are used for?
Me: O.o ..... *Thinks Whatwhatwhat, wait... What did you just say?*
Father : Jae... JAE! *Snaps fingers* What formula are these BARIAVLES used for???
Me: =.=" *What the fuck is he trying to say?*
Father: JAE! TELL ME WHAT THESE BARIABLES ARE USED FOR!!!
Me: *Wait.. WTF was he trying to say VARIABLES?* *Facepalm* *How the FUCK do you spell it out perfectly, say it the first time CORRECTLY and then repeat the word with three different sounds???*
Father : Now, jae, these numbers are called Variables! *Spells it out* V-a-r-i-a-b-l-e-s
Me: ..... -_-; Yup.
Father :Now, Jae, do you know what theses VARIAVLES are used for?
Me: O.o ..... *Thinks Whatwhatwhat, wait... What did you just say?*
Father : Jae... JAE! *Snaps fingers* What formula are these BARIAVLES used for???
Me: =.=" *What the fuck is he trying to say?*
Father: JAE! TELL ME WHAT THESE BARIABLES ARE USED FOR!!!
Me: *Wait.. WTF was he trying to say VARIABLES?* *Facepalm* *How the FUCK do you spell it out perfectly, say it the first time CORRECTLY and then repeat the word with three different sounds???*
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Introduction
Hello!
Rationale - The Life of Pi was chosen as the subject matter for this creative response. A blog was chosen as the method through which to represent the philosphical ideas of the movie/book.
Reason for choosing a blog
The reason a blog was chosen was because of the challenge of conveying difficult information to the audience that a blog presented. Difficult ideas are often rejected by some readers on the basis that they require too much thought. The use of a blog therefore allowed the challenge of trying to create a work that could reverse this trend. Through the use of an informal style and an informal style of media the aim is to bring philosophical ideas to normal people, idead that they would not usually be interested in trying to understand.
Another reason for using a blog was to show people who use the internet that instead of dismissing a film without thought, it is possible to understand and analyse movies/books. On the interent people tend to dismiss or praise a film without any evidence. We hope to present an example that other people can follow of critically assessing films based on detailed explorations of their content and ideas.
Structure
In this chain of blogs, there will be a total of 3/4 blog posts, excluding the rationale. In each blog post one philosophical idea from the film and book, Life of Pi, will be discussed. The reason for choosing one blog post per idea is to not confuse the audience. Each blog will follow the same basic structure. In each blog there will be, an introduction to which idea from the film/book is being presented, the philosophical idea will then be explained, how the film explains this idea will then be explored, then we will evaluate how well the film explains the idea through content and presentation and I will give my opinion and discuss the idea. To present the philosphical ideas in a way that can appeal to ordinary people simple example, diagrams, and simple language will be used to present the ideas in an accessible way, free from the normal academic sytle which turns off most people from philosophical subjects.
The blogs will be presented in the following order:
blog 1: To what extent are we capable of creating our own reality?
blog 2: Religion and science- do religion and science share the same truth in that they are both belief systems created by humans which become true because people believe they are true?
blog 3: Do we live in our own reality or do we change our reality to meet others expectations of other people?
The ideas behind the film-
1. To what extent is reality forced upon us by other people? (start with an explanation of how the argument is represented in the film. Then explain the philosophy)
2. Religion and science- do they share the same truth in that they are both belief systems created by humans which become true because people believe they are true? (start with an explanation of how the argument is represented in the film. Then explain the philosophy)
eg if I believe an ant always climbs up a tree and I find water at the top of the tree most of the time then it becomes my scientific belief that ants going up trees means water. However the truth may be that ants climb trees to get to sap and have no interest in the water at all. I am wrong but my belief in association becomes a scientiific truth. Religion is the same truth- I believe in God and so I look for evidence to justify this belief eg saying the world works so wonderfully. Actually there are so many problems but I explain them as God's will etc. I act as if the religion is real and so religion becomes real for me. Explain how this concept is related to the film/book.
3. The creation of a false reality to meet the expectations of other people- do we change our reality to meet others expectations of reality. If we do we are hiding from ourselves in order to fit in to other people's reality. (start with an explanation of how the argument is represented in the film. Then explain the philosophy)
Rationale - The Life of Pi was chosen as the subject matter for this creative response. A blog was chosen as the method through which to represent the philosphical ideas of the movie/book.
Reason for choosing a blog
The reason a blog was chosen was because of the challenge of conveying difficult information to the audience that a blog presented. Difficult ideas are often rejected by some readers on the basis that they require too much thought. The use of a blog therefore allowed the challenge of trying to create a work that could reverse this trend. Through the use of an informal style and an informal style of media the aim is to bring philosophical ideas to normal people, idead that they would not usually be interested in trying to understand.
Another reason for using a blog was to show people who use the internet that instead of dismissing a film without thought, it is possible to understand and analyse movies/books. On the interent people tend to dismiss or praise a film without any evidence. We hope to present an example that other people can follow of critically assessing films based on detailed explorations of their content and ideas.
Structure
In this chain of blogs, there will be a total of 3/4 blog posts, excluding the rationale. In each blog post one philosophical idea from the film and book, Life of Pi, will be discussed. The reason for choosing one blog post per idea is to not confuse the audience. Each blog will follow the same basic structure. In each blog there will be, an introduction to which idea from the film/book is being presented, the philosophical idea will then be explained, how the film explains this idea will then be explored, then we will evaluate how well the film explains the idea through content and presentation and I will give my opinion and discuss the idea. To present the philosphical ideas in a way that can appeal to ordinary people simple example, diagrams, and simple language will be used to present the ideas in an accessible way, free from the normal academic sytle which turns off most people from philosophical subjects.
The blogs will be presented in the following order:
blog 1: To what extent are we capable of creating our own reality?
blog 2: Religion and science- do religion and science share the same truth in that they are both belief systems created by humans which become true because people believe they are true?
blog 3: Do we live in our own reality or do we change our reality to meet others expectations of other people?
The ideas behind the film-
1. To what extent is reality forced upon us by other people? (start with an explanation of how the argument is represented in the film. Then explain the philosophy)
2. Religion and science- do they share the same truth in that they are both belief systems created by humans which become true because people believe they are true? (start with an explanation of how the argument is represented in the film. Then explain the philosophy)
eg if I believe an ant always climbs up a tree and I find water at the top of the tree most of the time then it becomes my scientific belief that ants going up trees means water. However the truth may be that ants climb trees to get to sap and have no interest in the water at all. I am wrong but my belief in association becomes a scientiific truth. Religion is the same truth- I believe in God and so I look for evidence to justify this belief eg saying the world works so wonderfully. Actually there are so many problems but I explain them as God's will etc. I act as if the religion is real and so religion becomes real for me. Explain how this concept is related to the film/book.
3. The creation of a false reality to meet the expectations of other people- do we change our reality to meet others expectations of reality. If we do we are hiding from ourselves in order to fit in to other people's reality. (start with an explanation of how the argument is represented in the film. Then explain the philosophy)
Thursday, May 2, 2013
SUPERQUICKIERUSHDERPHERPENSLURPASSIGNMENT POST
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaand I'm back
Welcome everyone this is LEAPIE JJ Lee Coming right back at you with some more English Creative Response Assignment Blog Post Action coming to you live... (Or whenever you're reading this) from my House. Yup...
Today! We will be discussing whether we live in our own reality or whether we change our reality to meet others expectations of us? This is a simple question... kind of, in a sense that it is easy to answer, but hard to come up with a reason for, e.g Yes or No, but Why??????
This blog post will be in a different format to the other ones, partly because I feel that the other two blogs were MUCH MUCH more informative than what I would usually write. Although that is the right thing to do, it just doesn't really fit with my style of blogging. This one will be... much more spread and informal than the ones before, even though they both were pretty informal as well... So without any more waiting, lets dive STRAIGHT into it.
First of all, I asked the question of whether we create our own reality to my friends and they came up with VERY interesting answers... And we had very interesting conversations.
First of all I asked my friend Beth. The conversation went something like this:
Then I went to see my friend Lushimi:
Nicholas: I can only tell you about this amazing and strange girl I met in Melbourne.
From the above, I do not know whether Nick wrote it for these exact reasons or not but I interpreted it in this way. Nick is saying that, when you depend on other people, you also depend on them to create your reality FOR you. As soon as you stop depending on other people, and use your strengths for yourself, you create your OWN reality.
So the extent to which we create our OWN reality depends on HOW MUCH we depend on OTHER people.
Hee hee hee... Nick, with your ridiculous answer... :P Ahem... anyways, now what I find interesting is that, even though, as stated above, in my opinion, this is a very simple question to answer, a yes or no question. HOWEVER, it can be seen that NONE of the people who were asked this question answered yes or no. And all three of the people had very differing answers because they interpreted the question in three different ways: one at the extremes of what is sensical, one at a very practical level (bland!!) and one from a point of view that focuses on the individual.
Finally, I will give my humble opinion on this question. Do we live in our own reality or do we change our reality to meet others expectations of other people? Well... simply said, I think yes, we do. Let's look at this simply. We've all had those moments, standing before somebody you 'like' and then when they say they like/dislike something, you make a small, maybe even unconscious mental note to yourself, 'Okay, avoid/look into the thing she/he just mentioned. Or maybe straightened your hair in front of them. Maybe show off? We currently live in a SOCIETY. This means we are not alone. Although we sometimes feel secluded or alone, we most definitely aren't. You may say and think that you are actually Harry Potter's Third Cousin's Friends Uncle and Batman's Successor's Twelfth Cousin's Friend, or Pi may have created Richard Parker but WE, WE the rest of SOCIETY, tell you and him EXPLICITLY, that you AREN'T and that he didn't. Well, then there goes your little reality. We all can admit that, yes we change our reality, to make it more believable and understandable for others. Trust me, no matter how hard you deny it, it's right there, and you know it. You've all done it before.
Well, I hope you had fun reading this post.
So.... as we conclude this blog post, we will sign off with our usual way
Peace out Girl Scouts
Welcome everyone this is LEAPIE JJ Lee Coming right back at you with some more English Creative Response Assignment Blog Post Action coming to you live... (Or whenever you're reading this) from my House. Yup...
Today! We will be discussing whether we live in our own reality or whether we change our reality to meet others expectations of us? This is a simple question... kind of, in a sense that it is easy to answer, but hard to come up with a reason for, e.g Yes or No, but Why??????
This blog post will be in a different format to the other ones, partly because I feel that the other two blogs were MUCH MUCH more informative than what I would usually write. Although that is the right thing to do, it just doesn't really fit with my style of blogging. This one will be... much more spread and informal than the ones before, even though they both were pretty informal as well... So without any more waiting, lets dive STRAIGHT into it.
First of all, I asked the question of whether we create our own reality to my friends and they came up with VERY interesting answers... And we had very interesting conversations.
First of all I asked my friend Beth. The conversation went something like this:
? Beth: Another question attached to that one is 'does everyone else exist or are we alone', did we create everyone else, did someone else create it, is this all even real?Waait wait wait. Pause right here for a second. So, we see in the above statement, that Beth, has taken the question to the extremities. On this side of the scale, the 'question' virtually becomes impossible to answer. This is because there is no way to prove whether I created this world or whether I am in a world that is created by other people in which I am only ONE of many creators. If I created this world then why isn't everything the way I want it to be? However how do we know that I didn't create a world in which I deliberatey made things not the way I wanted them to be. There is no way to know the answer to this question.
Then I went to see my friend Lushimi:
Lushimi: I think if we change our reality to meet expectations of others... it's still our own reality
if that makes sense :LThen I consulted my bestie.
Lushimi's point here makes the question about whether we create our own reality more about how we fit into society than about whether we actually create our own universe. When the question is asked at this level it is assumed that we exist in a world that is created by others, with ourselves as one player.
Nicholas: I can only tell you about this amazing and strange girl I met in Melbourne.
me: snort
Nicholas: Not
that way.
me: hue
hue hue hue hue
Nicholas: I
was at Wilson's Promontory.
I saw her sitting on the beach
and I went over there and sat down in the sand with her.
I don't know why, it was so inexplicable.
I just felt compelled to do so,
and I don't feel the same since then.
me: ummmmm.......
Nicholas: Time
seemed to stop. The world kept going, but we were going to sit together at the
beach forever, watching the waves
me: Okay
this is going off topic
Nicholas: and
talking.
me: What if I gave it to you this
Nicholas: It
wasn't romantic or anything
just saying
me: 'does
everyone else exist or are we alone?'
Nicholas: That's
what I'm trying to say.
Before she talked to me, I felt
as if everyone was real. Afterwards, after we talked about experiencing things
for ourselves, I started to feel alone.
Everyone feels like people I
created.
I created people for different
reasons in my mind so I wouldn't be so alone.
I don't feel things about
people as much.
I don't care about the people I
like as much, and it scares me.
But I find solace in other
things now. I like listening to music more, and I like looking at beautiful
things more, and I like challenging my mind. I don't like people as much. It's
weird.
From the above, I do not know whether Nick wrote it for these exact reasons or not but I interpreted it in this way. Nick is saying that, when you depend on other people, you also depend on them to create your reality FOR you. As soon as you stop depending on other people, and use your strengths for yourself, you create your OWN reality.
So the extent to which we create our OWN reality depends on HOW MUCH we depend on OTHER people.
Hee hee hee... Nick, with your ridiculous answer... :P Ahem... anyways, now what I find interesting is that, even though, as stated above, in my opinion, this is a very simple question to answer, a yes or no question. HOWEVER, it can be seen that NONE of the people who were asked this question answered yes or no. And all three of the people had very differing answers because they interpreted the question in three different ways: one at the extremes of what is sensical, one at a very practical level (bland!!) and one from a point of view that focuses on the individual.
Finally, I will give my humble opinion on this question. Do we live in our own reality or do we change our reality to meet others expectations of other people? Well... simply said, I think yes, we do. Let's look at this simply. We've all had those moments, standing before somebody you 'like' and then when they say they like/dislike something, you make a small, maybe even unconscious mental note to yourself, 'Okay, avoid/look into the thing she/he just mentioned. Or maybe straightened your hair in front of them. Maybe show off? We currently live in a SOCIETY. This means we are not alone. Although we sometimes feel secluded or alone, we most definitely aren't. You may say and think that you are actually Harry Potter's Third Cousin's Friends Uncle and Batman's Successor's Twelfth Cousin's Friend, or Pi may have created Richard Parker but WE, WE the rest of SOCIETY, tell you and him EXPLICITLY, that you AREN'T and that he didn't. Well, then there goes your little reality. We all can admit that, yes we change our reality, to make it more believable and understandable for others. Trust me, no matter how hard you deny it, it's right there, and you know it. You've all done it before.
Well, I hope you had fun reading this post.
So.... as we conclude this blog post, we will sign off with our usual way
Peace out Girl Scouts
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